leon doesn't know what he's doing.

he’s sitting at the far corner of the small, comfy cafe he's at, drinking black coffee while sneaking glances towards the barista at the counter.

he doesn't even like coffee. well, he thought he didn't. But he always liked the black coffee you made

for the past few weeks, he made sure that coming to this very cafe became apart of his daily routine. he tries to do so everyday when he's not on a mission.

but why does he make the effort to do so?

he doesn't even know himself. all he knew was that he wanted to see you. even if it's from a distance. even if it meant sneaking shy glances at you, who's taking the patrons orders, and making their drinks.

seeing your pleasant smile always brightened his day, even if the smile wasn't meant for him. your smile and friendly aura are what attracted him to you in the first place. yet, he couldn't find it in him to go up to you and strike a conversation. the only words he had ever uttered to you were, "one black coffee, please". on some occasions, he would order a sandwich as well, if he was hungry. after getting his order, he would find a seat in a corner that was away from the other patrons, but was still in bird's eye view to see you working behind the counter.

right now, you were busy behind the counter, whipping up a customer's order swiftly. leon could tell you were exhausted, and rightfully so. because that day, it seemed that the cafe was more busier than usual. even though the cafe was packed with more customers than usual, leon noticed how you still kept a smile on your face as you served each and every customer with the help of your co-workers.