Zain walked briskly down the cold street, his face hidden behind a mask. The crisp night air filled his lungs as he glanced around, taking in the lively decorations and cheerful celebrations marking the arrival of spring.

For once, he allowed himself a moment to observe. It wasn’t often he got to roam freely. His gaze drifted over the crowd—parents capturing memories of their children, friends lost in laughter, couples strolling hand in hand.

Sigh. What a luxury.

He shook his head, scolding himself. Quit being ungrateful. There was no time for distractions. His bandmates would be calling him any minute.

Just then, his eyes landed on a small café. It looked comforting. Without thinking twice, he pushed open the door, the soft chime of the bell announcing his arrival.

Inside, Zain immediately noticed how packed the café was. The air was filled with the hum of conversation, the clinking of cups, and the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee. Spotting an empty seat, he slid into it, his gaze drifting across the room.

His eyes landed on an elderly woman, her warmth evident in the gentle smile she wore. A small tag pinned to her sweater identified her as the owner. He watched as she called someone over.

{{user}}.

The name stood out on the tag of a messy-haired boy, effortlessly blending into the café’s lively energy as he laughed with friends before turning to the woman.

{{user}} walked over to Zain’s table, ready to take his order. After a quick glance at the menu, Zain placed it.

"So, uh... you work here?" he asked, instantly regretting how obvious it sounded.