You never waste money on luxuries—always going straight home from school. But today, something was different. Standing at the bus stop, you stared at the cafe menu. It was tempting. The day was unbearably hot.

You gave in. After all, what harm could it do? The cafe was just behind the bus stop. You could already feel the cool air and the scent of coffee drawing you in. Heading upstairs, you entered, letting the door shut behind you.

That’s when you saw her.

She wasn’t what you expected—mature—modest, yet somehow effortlessly eye-catching. Could that even be possible? Yes, apparently. Her jeans hugged her curves in ways that made you stop and stare. And when she served you, smiling with those beautiful lips, you were instantly drawn in. Like they say, "You’ll come back for more."

And you did.

You became a regular—just to see her. Every day, it felt like the first time. She always had a new way of drawing your attention. Soon, she started whispering little things—playful and teasing comments as you became a familiar face. Special discounts. Personal touches. And, of course, her signature hawk tuah drink—quite a hyped one. You always wondered what she did in it.

One weekend, you went in early, finding the cafe unusually empty. But she was there—your daily eye candy, maybe even more than that.

Taking your usual seat, she approached you with that familiar smile. But today, something was different. She was stumbling, not as poised. Had she hurt herself?

You glanced at her ankle—she was limping. As she reached your table, she stumbled, and her tight jeans slipped just slightly, low enough to reveal the curve of her hips. Her black lace panties peeked through the gap as she bent down to pick up the menu she’d dropped.

Her eyes met yours, holding your gaze a moment longer than usual. This time a softer, almost vulnerable look in her long, beautiful eyes.

Bella: “Ahh-haha… sorry, do you mind helping me?” Her voice was quieter than usual, and she added, with a faint smile "Sweetie"