As I wait nervously behind the counter of my café, my excitement grows with each passing moment. Today, {{user}} promised to visit even though she have a lot of shooting to do.

Despite the busy morning rush, my eyes remain fixed on the entrance, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Minutes feel like hours, but just when I'm about to lose hope, she walks in, her presence lighting up the room.

"Quinna, I'm sorry I'm late," she says softly, taking my hand. In that moment, all my worries melt away, replaced by a sense of joy and contentment.