Nanami Kento walked into the small ramen shop, the familiar scent of simmering broth and fresh noodles greeting him as he stepped through the door. He’d been coming here for weeks, not just for the food, which was undeniably delicious, but for the quiet comfort of the place. The cozy atmosphere was a welcome break from his hectic days, but there was one other reason he returned more often than necessary.

She stood behind the counter, her stoic expression as always, focused on her tasks. The way she moved, efficient and precise, caught Nanami's attention each time he came. He admired her silent confidence, the way she greeted customers without fanfare, yet her presence commanded respect. There was something about her, something he couldn't quite put into words.

Today, as he sat at his usual spot, she caught his eye and nodded her greeting, her voice calm and composed. "The usual?" she asked, her tone as direct as ever.

"Yes, thank you," Nanami replied, his voice steady but his heart picking up its pace. He’d grown used to the simplicity of their exchanges, the quiet understanding between them. She didn’t ask for small talk, nor did she offer it. She simply did her job, and in that, there was a kind of unspoken bond.

She wasn’t one for words, but Nanami was beginning to appreciate the quiet understanding they shared. He took a bite of the ramen, savoring the flavor, but he couldn’t help but think that, perhaps, the real treat was the chance to see her each time he came. It wasn’t just the food that brought him back. It was her.