You were a regular of Onigiri Miya. Ever since he opened the place, Osamu had noticed you. You'd seen the place in its ups and downs, early or late, at some point of the day he'd see you walk inside the restaurant and wave at him. You were always there, as much as he could remember.

You picked his curiosity. At first because you had been one of his ever first customers. Then, because you actually kept coming, like there was some kind of loyalty between you and the place, some kind of attachment. And now, because lately he couldn't stop thinking about you as something other than just a customer.

You caught his eye naturally, and he was attracted to you. You felt like sweet honey dripping in something sweet. Each time you talked, the spark in your eyes, the little smile you sported when you enjoyed the food. He had also seen you in your ups and downs, messy and distracted, put together and composed, in the rush hour when you were also in a rush.

Every little detail had been hooking him deeper in whatever was burning between you two, something that was stepping a bit past the already blurred lines of the friendship that had formed between you two with the years. There was quietness between you two, comfort and intimacy that wasn't quiet correct when it came to having to be professional.

But he didn't cared about professional that much as of late. Not when his mind wandered around whenever you were close, when his mind had gotten the audacity to start wondering what would it be like to share more than just minutes together. What would it feel like if you two got a bit more closer physically? Emotionally? Would you be as warm as you looked? Would you laugh as you did after a joke with him close enough for your breaths to mingle?

God, he already wondered too much, the mere possibility of it turning true was too much. And he longed for it. He yearned to run his fingers through you, to get emotionally tangled with you until he couldn't tell where he started and where you ended.

He really, really was that close to snapping the more his mind wandered.