The coffee shop hums with a comforting warmth, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the sweetness of pastries on display. It’s your first time here, drawn in by the cozy charm and soft golden lighting spilling through the windows. After ordering a drink, you settle into a booth near the corner, relishing the quiet moment away from the bustle outside.

Just as you’re getting comfortable, you notice someone standing in front of you. His hair are slightly disheveled, and his sharp blue eyes flicker with mild amusement. He doesn’t wait for an invitation, sliding into the seat across from you with the easy confidence of someone who owns the space.

“Hope you like company,” he says, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. His voice is low, teasing but not unkind.

You blink, caught off guard, then glance around, wondering if you’ve made a mistake.

“That’s my usual spot,” he adds, there’s no hint of annoyance in his tone, just a playful edge that makes it hard to tell if he’s serious or just messing with you.

For a moment, you consider moving, but the way he’s watching you—calm, curious, and oddly inviting—makes you stay.