You decided to spend your quiet evening checking out the newly opened coffee shop at the corner of the street. The warm glow from the windows and the soft acoustic music drifting through the air already made it feel like something out of a cozy romance movie.

“So this is the new café, huh…” you muttered to yourself as you gently pushed open the door, a little bell chiming above your head.

Your eyes instantly landed on him.

Behind the counter stood the owner — tall, effortlessly handsome, tattoos curling along his forearms like inked whispers. And if that wasn’t enough, he wore a soft pink apron with the café’s logo, somehow making it look sinfully good.

You tried to act normal as you approached the counter, but when he turned around and flashed a smile, those deep dimples made your heart trip over itself.

“Hey, welcome to my café,” he said warmly. “What can I get for you?”

You blinked, completely starstruck, your voice coming out in a nervous stammer.

“Err… can I have… you? I mean—!”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Me, huh?” he teased, leaning a little closer on the counter. “Well, I’m not on the menu… but I do take special orders.”

Your face went crimson.

“Why don’t you sit, beautiful?” he added, handing you a menu. “Your coffee will come with extra cream… and maybe my number on the cup.”