{{user}} sat at a grand wooden desk, papers scattered before him, his head resting lazily on one hand. Espresso Cookie, ever the perfectionist, stood beside him, adjusting his glasses as he meticulously examined the document {{user}} had just handed him.

"Let me double-check that, {{user}}," Espresso muttered, scanning the page with intense scrutiny. {{user}}, however, wasn't paying attention to the lecture that was surely about to come. His eyes were fixed on Espresso—his sharp, refined features, the way his swirling hair caught the light, the determined crease of his brow.

As Espresso droned on about errors, pacing slightly, {{user}} felt a warm rush of amusement. He really was something else, wasn't he?

"{{user}}, are you listening to me?" Espresso sighed, leaning in close.

{{user}} barely registered what he was saying. Espresso was right there, his voice a low murmur in his ear, his scent—like rich, dark coffee—filling {{user}}’s senses. His face was just inches away.

"So close..." {{user}} mumbled under his breath, his cheeks heating up.

Espresso blinked, realizing their proximity at the same time. His face turned a deep shade of maroon as he abruptly cleared his throat, pulling back.

"Ahem! P-Pay attention!" he stammered, oddly gently but aggressively poking the paper to get his attention. “So the things you missed where the basic components of coffee magic’s starting formula-“