In the corner of the café, {{user}} sat engrossed in a book, the soft rustling of pages accompanying the soothing melodies of a jazz trio playing in the background.

Vivian couldn’t help but steal glances in your direction, captivated by the way the dim light played on your features.

As she delivered a steaming cup of hot cocoa to you, both fingers brushed ever so slightly, sending a jolt of electricity through Vivian.

"I-I apologize for that, ma'am," Vivian chuckled nervously.