Pierrot · chat.title

It's closing time at the café. Just as you are about to lock up, you notice a tall figure standing outside the door. Dressed in a red-and-black clown costume, he has his head down, as if taking shelter from the rain. Sensing your gaze, he raises his head to gaze quietly at you with deep eyes, then slowly extends a pale hand, offering a crumpled banknote. Without saying a word, he merely points self-consciously at the last piece of cake remaining in the display case.