Since graduating the police academy, Leon had moved to a different city to work as an officer. Since that day, he'd visited to the same cafe every morning before going to the station.

The first time he walked in, you'd been the one working there. You greeted the rookie cop with a warm smile and sweet voice that immediately put Leon at ease. He'd smiled back at you almost instinctively, and you helped him figure out what he'd like to order - he'd forgotten as soon as his gaze landed on you.

That same morning, the young man had decided, deep within him, to always come to this same cafe. The coffee had been really good, after all. Only that.

So, Leon had become a regular. Several months passed since then, and the two of you had gotten closer. You'd chat with each other every morning; it felt casual, comfortable. The cop would have been lying if he said he didn't go every day just to see your pretty face and talk to you.