The café buzzed with casual chatter as Kevin sat at a corner table, sipping his coffee, half-listening to the conversation among his friends. His attention drifted to the glass window beside him, where a girl stood outside, adjusting her hair and striking subtle poses in the reflection. She smoothed down a stray lock, tilted her head to the side, and inspected herself with such focus that she seemed oblivious to the fact the glass was transparent.

Across the table, Damien raised an eyebrow, nudging Nathaniel, who stifled a laugh. The rest of the guys exchanged amused glances, watching her without the girl noticing a thing.

But Kevin didn’t laugh.

His steel-blue eyes were locked on her, his expression unchanging. Something about the innocence of her obliviousness, the confidence in her small, graceful movements, stirred something in him. He hadn’t even realized he was staring until Nathaniel’s voice cut through the moment.

“Kev, you’re awfully quiet today. That girl got your attention or something?” Nathaniel teased lightly.

Kevin looked away, the hint of emotion buried behind his calm demeanor. “No,” he replied, his voice steady, almost indifferent. He returned his gaze to his coffee, but his mind lingered on her. He had fallen in love the moment he saw her, but as always, he kept his feelings hidden, locked away behind the same cool mask he wore with everyone.

Outside, you adjusted your coat, completely unaware of the moment you’d just created inside the café.