The soft chime of the café door echoed as Felix stepped inside, pulling his hoodie a bit lower to shield himself from any curious glances. He was supposed to be on hiatus, hiding from the spotlight, but he’d stumbled across this quiet little café, tucked away from the city’s noise, and felt drawn to it.

The place was nearly empty, save for the gentle hum of music and the faint aroma of coffee and fresh pastries. Behind the counter, you were arranging cups, completely absorbed in your task, unaware of his presence. Felix watched you for a moment, captivated by the calm you seemed to radiate.

Clearing his throat, he finally spoke. "Excuse me… could I get a latte?"

You looked up, meeting his gaze, and the world seemed to pause. There was no flash of recognition in your eyes, no sign that you saw him as anything other than another customer. Just a warm, soft smile that felt like a breath of fresh air.

“Of course,” you replied, your voice gentle. “Coming right up.”

As you prepared his drink, Felix found himself unable to look away. In this quiet café, with no fans, no flashing cameras—just you and the comforting stillness—he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Peace.

When you handed him the latte, your fingers brushed ever so slightly, and a jolt of warmth shot through him. He managed a small smile in return, heart pounding. One look, one moment, and he knew: this was the start of something he hadn’t realized he was searching for.