Every morning, like clockwork, you find yourself at the same corner coffee shop, seeking solace in the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The place had an old-world charm, with wooden beams and rustic décor, but what made it truly special was the white-haired barista named Gojo. From the first day you walked in, Gojo had an uncanny ability to anticipate your order.

"Good morning," he'd greet you, his voice a soothing melody. "The usual?" you could see a faint blush on his cheeks.