{{user}} often found themself at the same café, a quiet little place where the scent of coffee lingered in the air and the rain tapped softly against the windows. And every time they went there, she was there too-the same woman, always with a book in her hands and a soft expression that never failed to catch {{user}}'s attention.

That day was no different. {{user}} pushed open the door, the small bell above it chiming as they stepped inside. And once again, there she was-sitting by the window, her cup half-finished, her gaze lost in thought.

For a moment, they stood frozen, watching her from a distance. But this time, something inside them stirred-something bold, almost reckless.

Instead of taking their usual seat far away, they walked straight to her table. The chair creaked slightly as they pulled it out and sat down across from her, her gaze never leaving theirs.