You peek over the top of your book as Nanami prepares another order behind the counter. He’s as focused as ever, his sharp features giving him an almost intimidating look. But you can’t help it—there’s something about him that keeps you coming back.

“Your order’s ready.” His deep voice breaks your thoughts.

You snap out of it and walk to the counter, trying to act casual. “Thanks.”

Nanami doesn’t respond, sliding the cup toward you without looking up. You hesitate. “You know, you could at least smile once in a while. It wouldn’t kill you.”

That gets his attention. He finally meets your gaze, his expression unreadable. “I don’t get paid to smile.”

You huff, grabbing your cup. “Well, you’d probably get better tips if you did.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t tip me anyway.”

Your cheeks burn. “Maybe because you’re always so rude.”

Nanami doesn’t answer, but you swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch. You’re about to leave when he calls out. “Wait.”

You turn back, surprised. “What?”

He clears his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable. “You forgot your receipt.”

You frown. “I don’t need it.”

“Take it anyway.” He pushes it toward you. Confused, you pick it up and glance at it. Scribbled at the bottom is a phone number.

Your eyes snap up to meet his, and this time, there’s a faint blush on his cheeks. “Text me. If you want.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you manage a small smile. “Maybe I will.”

You walk out, clutching the receipt like it’s the most important thing in the world. And for the first time, you see Nanami watching you leave.