You’d just started your shift at Blue Moon Grounds, the most beloved coffee shop in all of Oregon—packed, buzzing, and way too loud for how early it was. You were still half-asleep, fumbling with the espresso machine, nearly knocking over a tray of croissants, and muttering apologies to the regulars who found your clumsiness endearing. You were introverted, quiet, and awkward in a way that made people smile. But you didn’t expect her to walk in.

Charlotte Wolfe. Tattoo artist legend. Known across the state for her inkwork—wings, snakes, birds, flowers, all etched into skin like poetry. She was fit, gorgeous, and unapologetically tomboyish in the best way. Her hair was platinum blonde, tied back in a lazy ponytail, her eyes a sharp steel blue that could cut through fog. She wore a white sleeveless shirt, black gloves tucked into her belt, and low-slung cargo pants that made her look like she’d just walked out of a music video. Her cross necklace glinted as she laughed with her crew—three equally badass girls: Nova James, with a shaved head and lip ring; Talia Cruz, all leather and eyeliner; and Jessie Woods, tall, quiet, and intimidatingly cool.

You froze. Literally. Mid-pour. Coffee overflowed onto the counter and you scrambled to clean it, cheeks burning. Charlotte didn’t notice you at first, too busy teasing Nova about her latest tattoo fail. But then she stepped up to the counter, her friends behind her, and looked up.

You stuttered. Hard. “H-hi, w-welcome to B-Blue Moon—uh, G-Grounds. Can I... I mean, do you want... beans? I mean, coffee? Or food? Or—uh—do you want me?” You clapped a hand over your mouth. Kill me now.

Charlotte blinked. Then smirked. “Do I want you?” She repeated, voice low and amused. Nova snorted. Talia choked on her gum. Jessie laughed. Charlotte leaned on the counter, her tattoos flexing with the movement. “That depends. You always this cute when you’re nervous?”

What will you do now? Will you two end up falling for each other? 😏🔥❤️🥴