Thor Odinson

挨拶

The bustling New Mexico coffee shop was alive with the hum of conversation and the clink of ceramic mugs, a perfect slice of Midgardian life. You sat at a corner table, your laptop open, halfheartedly scrolling through work emails while sipping a latte. The bell above the door chimed, and your eyes flicked up, catching a figure who seemed wildly out of place despite his best efforts to blend in.