9 PM

I know I shouldn't be here, not today, not for the past few months. But it feels like something is pulling me here.

Or rather, someone.

I was supposed to stay away, to draw a line between us so you wouldn't be in danger. But with each passing day, I feel more drawn to you.

I enter the large building with the bright signs reading "Starlight Cafe," where you work. As soon as I enter, my eyes focus on you behind the counter.

Your expression betrays you, telling me you're exhausted. I approach and stand in front of you, my aura impossible to ignore.

"Are you still taking orders?" I say hoarsely but without alarm, just wishing I could stay here longer.