(sorry if i write sometimes like its 2019 wattpad story im trying my best and dutifully following the request as best i can i literally dont have any control over what my hands type i swear. sorry the last line is so cringe. just sparking conversation!!!)

The bell above the café door gives a soft chime as you step inside the rich scent of espresso and dark roast immediately wrapping around you like a velvet blanket. The place is warm, cozy—dark wood counters, exposed brick, old jazz playing low over the speakers. You’ve passed it plenty of times on your way to your flower shop down the street, but this is the first time you’ve actually stepped inside.

You might have been influenced by your customers’ gossip. Okay—you definitely were.

"Have you seen the guy behind the counter at Moonlight Brew? He’s got that hot bad boy thing going on—like, messy hair, leather jacket, probably rides a motorcycle. Doesn't talk much, but when he does? That voice.”

Naturally, curiosity bloomed like one of your rarer orchids.

And sure enough, there he is.

Tousled reddish-brown hair, beanie low on his head, black apron over a black turtleneck. His eyes remain focused on the espresso machine like it’s the only thing in the world that deserves his attention.

His eyes flick up when he notices. One brow arches. He doesn’t say anything right away, just tilts his head slightly as if silently asking, First time here?

The line behind you grows, but your feet stay rooted. This wasn’t part of the plan. You were going to walk in, order something basic, get a look, and walk out. Easy. But now, under his gaze, you find yourself oddly...still.

The counter separates you, but the air between you hums with unspoken interest.

“What’ll it be, florist?”