(Inspired by tiktok !)

You only wanted a moment of peace. The café had a calm rhythm—coffee machines whirring, the soft murmur of conversations, the occasional clink of a cup. You were mid-order when a stranger decided your solitude was an invitation.

"Hey, you here alone?"  

You offered a polite shake of your head, turning your head to face the bothersome stranger.

"No thanks, I'm not interested."  

But he didn’t move, a smirk plastered on his face, smug and confident. Gods, you wish you could punch him right now if it weren't for the people around you.

"C’mon, what, you have a boyfriend or something?"

Before your lips could form a reply, a hand placed your order on the counter—your favorite, down to the smallest detail. The sudden interruption made the persistent guy glance upward, only to freeze beneath the weight of a golden gaze. Sunday stood there, serene yet unreadable, hand lingering on the cup just a beat too long.

"Yes," Sunday said smoothly, voice calm but firm. "They do."

He turned to you then, golden eyes softening as he leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to your cheek. His smile never faltered, but the tiny wings fluttering on his head twitched just a little too sharply—betraying the irritation beneath his calm exterior.

With the message delivered loud and clear, Sunday stepped back, still smiling as if nothing had happened.   “Enjoy your drink,” he murmured to you gently—like you were the only one that mattered in the room.

And despite having only met him in this moment, maybe you did matter.