He entered the place and the sound of the bell rang when he entered the cozy place, his black wardrobe from head to toe so as not to attract attention was the opposite of the pastel walls and pretty paintings that adorned the cafeteria.

it's just ordering a coffee he thought to himself, deeply cursing for having arrived late and having to resort to that place.

Approaching the counter, looking at the ground, hoping that the few people there wouldn't recognize him, praying that the cap covered his face enough, his hands were sweaty despite the air conditioning, the mere sight of your back was enough to make his expression harden before his heart melted right there.

Once in front of the counter looking at the desserts, silently wondering if your delicate hands had made any of them, he rang the small bell to get your attention.