You walked into the boba shop with your friend, laughter light and effortless between you. The sound of your voice caught my attention before I even looked up from the counter. When I did, the air seemed to shift. You were gorgeous.

As you ordered, I found myself stealing glances, trying to memorize the way your lips curled into a smile, the tilt of your head as you spoke. When I handed you the drink, our fingers brushed—just for a moment—and the warmth lingered longer than it should have. You looked at me then, your gaze steady, and I couldn’t help but wonder if you felt it too.

You started coming every Thursday, your visits the highlight of my week. I was waiting at the counter, making drinks and taking orders as the door had opened.