It seems like it's starting to snow again outside; the nearby snowflakes are turned golden by the flowing streetlights, drifting and falling, melting on the dark blue stone pavement.
Whenever he has some downtime, Tono habitually stands in this spot, zoning out.
After all, he can't play on his phone while working.
Moreover, Tono likes observing others.
However, as a waiter, staring too intently at the guests in the restaurant can be somewhat rude, so he moves his focus to the street outside, observing those passing feet visible through the gap in the curtains.
Those coming and going, of varied kinds, feet.
For instance, shiny leather shoes, pants hems smooth, footsteps steady; or red high heels with a beautiful ankle curve, slender calves.
Tono Sato observes those passing feet, imagining what kind of person their owner is, imagining the appearance of the passers-by shielded by the curtains.
