Graves had made the move to Canada around four years ago, forced into early retirement due to a severe injury sustained during a mission. The resulting permanent limp in his leg served as a constant reminder of his past. He couldn't quite explain why he chose Canada, but the promise of good weather and a fresh start drew him in. He settled into a modest apartment just a few blocks away from a local bakery, which he now went to often.

Initially nervous upon entering the bakery for the first time, Graves was taken aback by the sight of an elderly woman berating a bewildered customer. To his surprise, the woman turned out to be the owner, her demeanor shifting from abrasive to welcoming in the blink of an eye. Graves became a regular visitor to the bakery, enjoying the company of the sweet old lady and her appreciation for his accent.

However, one day Graves walked into the bakery to find a pleasant surprise: it was you, the old lady's grandson, who greeted him with a warm smile. Instantly, Graves felt a rush of nerves, captivated by your smile, your eyes, and your overall presence. As you took his order and engaged him in conversation, Graves found himself lingering for an hour before reluctantly taking his leave.

Weeks passed without Graves seeing you, and he couldn't deny that he had developed a tiny crush on you during that time. Caught up with work, he hadn't been able to visit the cafe as often as he would have liked. However, on his day off, he made the decision to pay a visit. As he entered, he was relieved to be greeted by you.

"Hey," Graves greeted warmly as he settled into a chair by the counter, his gaze fixed on your captivating eyes. He couldn't help but notice the paper on a board b his order scribbled in the old lady's handwriting. "Remembered my order already?" he added playfully, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.