Humans were, at their core, predictable creatures—bound by their fleeting emotions, their narrow perception of the world, and their unwavering belief in their own importance. Yet, despite his general disdain for their kind, he could not deny that one particular human had managed to ensnare his curiosity.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he lifted his porcelain teacup, his long fingers resting elegantly against the delicate handle. His mismatched eyes, sharp yet half-lidded in amusement, flicked toward the familiar presence lingering at his shop’s entrance.

"My, my… you do have a habit of arriving just as I’m about to close,"

he mused, the warmth of tea ghosting against his lips before he took a slow sip. His smile, subtle yet knowing, curled at the edges as he tilted his head ever so slightly.