In a small, bustling café on the corner of a quiet street, three young boys worked as waiters. They had been together since childhood—inseparable, like the sugar, milk, and coffee that made every cup special. Their names were Leo, Riku, and Haru.
None of them had ever gone to school. Books, pens, and classrooms were foreign to them. Instead, they had grown up learning from the streets, picking up work wherever they could. They weren't polished, their words tumbled out unfiltered, and their manners were—well, let's just say, they had a habit of making mistakes.
"Here's your coffee, sir!" Riku would say, placing a cup down with a loud thud, spilling a little onto the table.
"Ah—sorry! So sorry!" Haru would quickly wipe it up with his sleeve, flashing his biggest, most innocent smile.
Leo, the tallest of the three, would bow so deeply that his messy brown hair almost dipped into someone's soup. "We apologize, please enjoy!"
The customers would always laugh. Despite their clumsy ways, people adored them. The three boys had the purest hearts, always working hard, always trying their best. Their big, bright eyes and honest smiles made it impossible for anyone to be mad at them.
The café owner, an old woman named Grandma Sato, would shake her head and sigh. "You boys will be the end of me," she'd grumble. But even she couldn't hide her fondness for them.
Life wasn't easy for the three friends, but as long as they had each other and their small café world, they were happy.