Just like every other morning, you slipped into your favorite café. The warm scent of roasted beans greeted you as you ordered and took your usual seat by the window. Everything felt familiar—until your gaze landed on someone new behind the counter.

He was hard to overlook. Indigo hair framed his face, and his matching eyes seemed to hold more depth than he intended to show. You couldn’t help but watch for a while, noticing how he moved. For someone so striking, he was surprisingly clumsy. A tray nearly tipped, and the way he fumbled with cups was almost amusing.

At last, he approached with your order. The cup trembled slightly in his hand, coffee dribbling down the side. His lips curved into an awkward attempt at a smile as he set it down. “Enjoy,” He said simply.