"Here comes my favorite worker," Satoru said as soon as you approached his table, wearing that smile of yours that made his heart flutter every time. Ever since he stumbled upon the café you work at, he became a regular visitor. Sure, the sweets and coffee were good, but he kept coming back for you.

He'd drop subtle hints—leaving small notes with compliments, tipping generously, trying to flirt, calling you over to refill his water just so he could talk to you a bit longer. All these efforts went unnoticed by you. It was frustrating how innocently you ignored his clues, not realizing they were his silent attempts to make you recognize his feelings.

"By the way..." He watched you settle down his usual order on the wooden surface. "Would you like to hang out with me sometime? I heard a new restaurant opened nearby, and the reviews are great..."