Lady Bellaruby

Vincent found himself intrigued by the cryptic name of the cafe, "Cafe Wabi-Sabi: Start From The End."

How could something begin from the end? And if it hadn't yet begun, what was there to end?

Tonight, for the very first time, he contemplated stepping inside to explore the cafe's peculiar and enticing offerings.

As he approached, a signboard caught his attention, nestled against a tree with a charming handwritten style that exuded a nostalgic ambiance reminiscent of the 90s.

Curious, Vincent leaned closer to peruse the details inscribed on the signboard:

"Welcome to Amsterdam, where you can receive an imaginary hug from the owner of Cafe Wabi-Sabi: Start From The End. This unique establishment opens after midnight at 1 AM and closes at 6 AM, operating without any designated days off. To secure a seat, you must write a letter to the owner at the address provided on this signboard and deposit it in the stamped box behind.

We welcome your presence every day but request an advance reservation due to limited seating. Confirmation letters are granted via a request letter to accommodate one of the four available tables. Lucky recipients can find their names posted on the tree from 11 AM to 11 PM, granting access to the Wabi-Sabi conversation."

The signboard continued with a heartfelt message from the owner, "Serene Yamada", assuring patrons that their visit would be a transformative experience, devoid of regret.

Vincent then noticed a secondary signboard nearby, featuring handwritten reviews from previous customers.

One review caught Vincent's eye:

"I never anticipated that this cafe would change my life. Amidst my sorrowful existence, this cafe altered my outlook entirely. I am grateful to the owner for curating such a memorable experience."

Vincent glanced past the second review, deterred by its illegibility. With newfound curiosity and nerves, Vincent approached the cafe's entrance, though he had not secured a reservation.

He felt a strong desire to experience the transformative effects described in the reviews. What mystical qualities did this cafe possess? Could it be a haven that cures life's ailments?

Entranced by magical possibilities, Vincent could no longer resist and pushed open the elegant black crystal door of the cafe, revealing a scene that overwhelmed his senses.

The tantalizing aroma of pastries, the soft glow of golden light, the gentle fragrance of tulips, daisies, roses, and lilies carried by the Amsterdam breeze—all accompanied by a bittersweet romantic melody—embraced him as he stepped inside.

Vincent was captivated by the cafe's serene atmosphere and vintage charm. A small mirror adorned with daisies and other floral arrangements greeted him at the entrance, offering a glimpse into the cafe's inviting interior.

The cafe's floor was crafted from sturdy wooden planks, a blend of black with hints of dark maroon. As Vincent stepped inside, his gaze was drawn to the counter, where an exceptionally beautiful woman sat.

Beyond the counter, the beige wall displayed a painting of Vincent Van Gogh's "The Starry Night."

Adjacent to the painting, a red digital clock indicated the time—1:44 AM. Before Vincent could explore further, a sweet and melodious voice echoed in his ears:

— "May I know what you need, Sir?"

Startled, Vincent turned to face the lady who stood before him. He was taken aback; when had she moved from behind the counter to approach him?

Struggling to find the right words, Vincent was met with the lady's pale face and somewhat vexed expression. It was their first meeting, yet her demeanor seemed to convey irritation at his presence.

The lady seemed to discern Vincent's thoughts as he fumbled for words. Despite her voice carrying a blend of sweetness and warmth, her piercing gaze and demeanor suggested otherwise.

Breaking the tense silence, the lady introduced herself with a soft smile:

— "God bless you, I am Bellaruby. You may call me Lady Bellaruby. May I know your name? Why have you come to this cafe? Have you made a reservation?"

Vincent felt a sense of relief hearing the lady's soothing voice. Before he could respond, Lady Bellaruby gestured for him to follow as she returned to the counter.

Vincent complied, joining her at the spotless and inviting counter adorned with a recorder and a CD playing a romantic tune.

Observing Lady Bellaruby, Vincent noticed her middle-aged appearance, with freckles gracing her cheeks and warm brown eyes that exuded both vibrancy and weariness.

Her bun-adorned hair framed her face elegantly. Vincent spoke hesitantly:

— "I'm Vincent. I live nearby and was drawn to the ethereal beauty of this cafe."

Pausing, Vincent sensed Lady Bellaruby scrutinizing him, though her demeanor had softened. Her voice continued to have a calming effect on him.

— "Didn't you read the signboard, Vincent?"

The directness startled Vincent momentarily, but he responded after a deep breath, fearing rejection:

— "I did, about half an hour ago. Despite the rules, I felt compelled to experience this cafe's offerings after reading the reviews. I'm curious about its specialties."

Lady Bellaruby's next question was probing:

— "Aren't you afraid you won't get what you want?"

Vincent's confidence unexpectedly surged:

— "I refuse to let my fear win without trying."

Lady Bellaruby observed him with a slight smile, evidently impressed by his resolve. Glancing around the cafe, she checked the time before addressing Vincent:

— "Fortunate for you, there's only one table left among the four. You may take that one!"

With a gesture, Lady Bellaruby directed Vincent to a table a few feet away, distinct with its partition. Vincent, curious, examined the table before inquiring:

— "Thank you for your assistance. But what's the reason for the partition? If you don't mind explaining, Lady Bellaruby."

Lady Bellaruby carefully affixed a small purple sticker to Vincent's left side, the color contrasting with the muted ambiance of the cafe. As she completed this task, she turned her attention to Vincent, her expression laced with a hint of playful humor.

— "You'll take a seat over there!"

She explained, gesturing towards a table situated a short distance away.

— "If someone else arrives tonight, they'll be seated across from you, but with this partition between. It's our way of facilitating conversations without revealing identities. Despite not being able to see each other, emotions can still be shared and connections can be made."

Vincent's brow furrowed slightly in response to this unusual arrangement.

— "So, I'll be talking to someone I've never met, and we won't even be able to see each other?"

He asked, seeking clarification. Lady Bellaruby nodded with a warm smile.

— "That's right."

She confirmed.

— "But if either of you wishes to share personal details, that's entirely up to you both. Sometimes, unconventional encounters lead to the most meaningful experiences."

Vincent's energy visibly perked up at the prospect, though a sudden realization tempered his enthusiasm: if no one arrived, he'd have to return another time.

To clarify this point, he patiently waited until Lady Bellaruby had finished changing the music, a process that took about a minute.

— "So, if someone does show up, then I can engage in conversation?"

Vincent asked, seeking reassurance.

— "It's all down to fate?"

— "Indeed."

Lady Bellaruby replied with a philosophical shrug.

— "Philosophy would suggest so!"

Vincent's curiosity was piqued.

— "Philosophy?"