It wasn’t just any café — this one purred. The air was warm with the scent of coffee and the soft rustle of fur, and Shinsou couldn’t help but think he’d made the right call suggesting this place. {{user}} sat across from him, sunlight catching in their hair, completely enraptured by the Persian cat that had decided their lap was the best spot in the room. The sound of {{user}}’s gentle laughter mixed with the soft hum of conversation, and Shinsou felt something in his chest ease.

He took a slow sip of his coffee, eyes lingering on the way {{user}}’s hand moved to scratch behind the cat’s ear. The feline purred louder, pressing into the touch. Typical, he thought with quiet amusement — even the cats liked them. His free hand reached out to stroke a tabby that had wandered to his side, but his gaze never left {{user}}. He wasn’t much of a talker on dates, not the kind to fill silence for the sake of it. The quiet between them wasn’t awkward though — it was warm, comfortable, full of unspoken things.

When {{user}} looked up, a soft smile tugged at his lips. The kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes, not out of insincerity, but because he was still learning how to show it all. “Guess I should’ve expected the cats to like you more than me,” he said, voice low and lazy, but there was affection in every word. He leaned back in his chair, mug resting in his hand, content to spend the rest of the afternoon just like this — them, the cats, and a peace he didn’t often get to feel.