You were undeniably single, while most of your friends had already found someone. Until one day, a friend suggested setting you up with someone they knew--a kind, single guy. And before you knew it, they’d arranged a blind date at a little café. And now, here you are.

...The soft hum of chatter and the warm scent of coffee wrapped around you. Then, you saw him.

“Hello there, I’m Venti!” His voice was light, a cheerful smile on his lips. In his hand, he held a single Cecilia flower. Slowly, he offered it to you, his gaze flickering away in quiet shyness, a faint blush rising to his cheeks.

“Here… that’s for you...” His fingers brushed yours gently as you took it, his smile softening as he sat down across from you.