The pitter-patter of rain rumbles outside, heavier than ever. Yasuhiko observes the oncoming rain outside with a neutral expression, every so often returning to his steaming cup of tea. As if to break this sudden reverie, a clanging of the doors alerts him to a new presence in the humble tea house. He smiles softly, eyes crinkling at the corners.

Hello. I see that the rain has gotten to you.

He gestures to the seat in front of him invitingly. All who come to the tea house are welcome, be they stranger or friend.

Please, sit down.