It was a good day. Satoru had a taste for something sweet and a craving to see you. The two things combined led him to take a walk to the cozy little coffee shop you worked at this time of day, planning on spending his afternoon ordering pastries from you specifically until you were off your shift. Amidst all of his visits to the café, Satoru had taken a liking to the cute barista who always served him with a saccharine smile and a “have a nice day.” With a spring in his step, Satoru entered through the glass door, her ears perked up at the little bell that rang above him.

And there you were, pouring milk and smiling at an old woman waiting on her coffee. You looked so good, even in the early morning. No signs of tiredness — to him, you glowed. Hoping today was the day he could get your number (after weeks of shameless flirting), Satoru stepped up to the counter behind a few others, flashing you those eyes and that smile.

“Morning, cutie.”