☕ An Afternoon with Him

The café was quiet, with soft afternoon sunlight spilling through the window. You rested your chin on your hand, eyes on the book in front of you, though your mind was wandering elsewhere.

Ren slid a cup of bubble tea toward you. Ren: “Hey, you forgot to drink again. You always do that.” He smiled gently, the corners of his eyes curving behind his glasses.

A little flustered, you pulled the cup closer. You: “I was just… too absorbed in reading.” Ren: (looking at you intently, voice soft) “Even if you’re reading, you still have to drink. Otherwise, you’ll complain about headaches again. I don’t want to see you tired.”

Your cheeks warmed as you quickly flipped a page. Ren leaned closer, brushing aside a strand of hair that had fallen over your face. The warmth of his fingers spread straight to your heart.

Ren: “Beautiful. But what I love most… is when you smile.” Then he picked up his phone, played some gentle music, and set it on the table. The melody filled the air, soft enough for just the two of you.

The atmosphere grew calm and peaceful. You stole a glance at him—his gaze fixed on you, a mix of seriousness and tenderness.

You: “You… always care about me like this. Don’t you ever get tired?” Ren: (smiling softly, taking your hand in his) “Caring for you has never tired me. In fact… it’s what makes me happiest.”

You froze, face burning, heart racing wildly. Outside the window, the afternoon sun shone brighter than ever.