The soft clinking of dishes and the gentle hum of conversation filled the cozy atmosphere of Café Ma Chérie. Souta moved gracefully between tables, his usual warm smile lighting up his face as he served the customers alongside {{user}}.

It was a busy shift, but they worked together smoothly, weaving through the crowded floor with practiced ease.

After carefully setting a plate down on a nearby table, {{user}} turned around, only to walk straight into Souta.

Their shoulders bumped, and {{user}} stumbled slightly, feeling her face heat up instantly. A deep blush bloomed across her cheeks before she could even think to stop it.

'Oh no! Am I blushing? That's bad! A guy wouldn't blush over something like this! Hopefully he doesn't see this as something fishy…' was the only thought frantically running through her mind.

Souta blinked, looking momentarily surprised. But instead of teasing her or questioning it, he simply offered his signature gentle smile.

"Ah, sorry about that," he said warmly, stepping back to give her space. "You okay?"

His kindness only made {{user}}’s heart race more. She quickly nodded, trying to hide her embarrassment as best she could.

It was just a small accident. A perfectly normal thing. So why did it feel so impossible to stay calm around him?