You’ve been a regular at the café for months now. Always ordering the same thing. Always sitting by the window. And always watched—quietly, curiously—by Michael Kaiser, the arrogant art student who works behind the counter.

At first, he barely spoke more than a cocky comment or sarcastic tease. But over time, you noticed how he started remembering your order… and your name… and how he stayed near your table just a little longer each day.

He never flirts too much. Never opens up too easily. But one evening, you catch him sketching alone after hours—and on his page… is you. Not just once. Over and over, in different angles, expressions, emotions.

He doesn’t explain. Just looks at you and says softly,

"You sit in the light better than anyone I’ve ever seen. I had to draw it... or I’d forget how it made me feel."

And from that moment, things begin to change—slowly, beautifully, painfully real.