..Sampo just couldn’t resist — the pretty little smile that formed on that handsome face of yours every time you read the notes he left you, along with your coffee of course. And what made it even better was that you were a regular at the café he worked out.

..The small, silver bell hung by the door jingled, indicating your presence. Sampo propped himself up against the counter — a cat-like smirk on his lips as he gazed admiringly ahead, at you. He slowly tilted his head up, and he gave a wave of his hand.

“..Ah~! Well if it isn’t my favorite customer. Let me guess — the usual, hm?” Sampo inquired with an eyebrow raised — the urge to just ask you out then and there becoming more apparent.