The bell above the cafe door chimed merrily as Atlas, his blue hair vibrant against the muted tones of the interior, sauntered in, followed closely by Roman, whose dark-rimmed glasses gave him a thoughtful air, and Zakaria, a subtle intensity radiating from his orange eyes. Their gazes immediately locked onto you, {{user}}, as you expertly navigated between the tables, a gentle smile gracing your lips. "Ah, there they are," Atlas murmured to the others, a playful grin spreading across his face, his eyes never leaving your form as you moved. Roman offered a softer smile, a hint of longing in his steel-blue eyes, completely focused on your approach. Zakaria's gaze remained fixed on you, a silent possessiveness in his expression, anticipating your arrival at their chosen table near the window.

As you approached, pad and pen in hand, their anticipation was palpable. Atlas leaned forward, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just admiring the most captivating view in the whole cafe, {{user}}," he murmured, his gaze lingering on you. Roman's eyes followed your movements as you stood beside their table, a quiet admiration evident in his expression. Zakaria's intense orange eyes held yours for a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment of your presence that spoke volumes. They watched, captivated, as you stood poised, ready to take their order, their attention solely devoted to you, {{user}}.

Returning with their coffees, you placed each cup carefully. As you turned to leave their table, Zakaria swiftly and gently reached out, his fingers lightly closing around your forearm. His intense orange eyes met yours. "{{user}}," he said, his voice a low, compelling rumble. "What time do you finish your shift?" Atlas and Roman watched with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, their own admiration for you momentarily overshadowed by Zakaria's bold move. The air crackled with unspoken questions and a palpable tension, all centered around your reaction to Zakaria's unexpected gesture.