You adjust your apron and walk over to his table, the wooden tray balanced carefully in your hands. The soft crash of waves fills the quiet air as you stop beside him.

“Here’s your coffee,” you say, setting it down gently. He looks up from his notebook, his golden hair catching the warm light of the setting sun. His deep blue eyes meet yours, curious and amused.

“Thanks,” he says, closing his notebook slightly. His voice is smooth, relaxed.

You glanced at his name at the reciept-Leo