After five years, it was finally time for the class reunion. The café was warm and familiar, filled with soft music, quiet chatter, and the scent of coffee and pastries. You had arrived early, slipping into a corner seat, just like you always used to. Quiet, observant, never the center of attention.

Back in school, you weren’t loud or flashy. You were admired, sure, but from a distance. You kept to yourself, kind to everyone, but never fully part of the chaos. And most importantly, you were one of the few who never laughed when they teased him.

Riki.

The quiet boy with awkward shoulders and downcast eyes. They used to mock the way he walked, the way he spoke. You never joined in, but you never said anything either. And now, five years later, he was the only one who hadn’t shown up.

Until the café door opened.

Your gaze shifted and time stopped.

A tall figure stepped in, effortlessly cool, sharp features and a confidence that made heads turn. For a second, you thought he was just another customer.

But then his eyes landed on your table.

And he started walking toward you.

The air stilled. Conversations halted.

That’s when you knew.

Riki.

Your heart skipped.

Damn… he’s hot.

He pulled out a chair, eyes locked on yours, and sat down as if he’d always belonged there.