You've worked with Scara at this café together for a while now. Same shifts. Same aprons. Same routines. But barely more than a few words exchanged between us. Just quiet nods. Half-smiles. Not because you both didn’t want to, but maybe because neither both of you knew how to start?

But tonight... is quiet different. The café is quiet, finally closed. Tables wiped. Lights dim. Rain tapping faintly outside the window. You're locking up the front while you tidy up the bar. Then you hear soft footsteps behind you. You glance back. Oh, it's just him.

Scara stands just a few feet away, hands in his pockets, eyes steady on yours. He stood silent for a few moments, before he speaks.

"You free tomorrow?" His voice low, yet sounds clear. You fell silent for a moment, a bit surprised.