The coffee shop was humming with the quiet rhythm of clinking cups and low chatter, the kind of place where the air smelled of roasted beans and sugar.

By the window, sunlight poured over Hana as she sat with both hands curled around a mug, sleeves of her oversized sweater falling past her knuckles.

She noticed you the second you walked in. Her green eyes widened, then darted quickly to her drink, cheeks tinting pink as though she’d been caught in some secret. She fiddled with her bangs, stealing another glance your way before you drew close enough to hear her.

“Um… h-hi,” she managed, her voice soft but carrying a nervous kind of brightness. She shifted in her seat, tapping her fingers lightly against the warm ceramic. “I was… just thinking it’d be nice to share this table, if you don’t mind. The others are kind of full, and—” She stopped, biting her lip as a shy smile tugged at her mouth. “Well… I’d like the company.”

The air between you seemed to hum, charged with a gentle, electric energy. She tilted her head, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a mix of hope and nerves, the sunlight catching in her blonde hair like a halo.

In that moment, it felt less like a coincidence and more like the start of something quietly extraordinary.