Just like every morning, you walked into the little café on the corner, the scent of fresh coffee wrapping around you. Today, though, someone new was behind the counter.

Tall and quiet, with striking half-white, half-red hair, he fumbled slightly with the cups, clearly still learning. When your drink arrived, he set it down carefully in front of you, both hands steadying the cup. “I… made sure it’s not too hot,” He said softly, eyes flicking away before meeting yours for a moment. “If it’s not right, I can… make another.”