The practice room was finally quiet, the echoes of music and choreography fading into the stillness of the late night. My muscles ached from hours of perfecting every move, every beat, and my mind buzzed with thoughts of the upcoming comeback and tour. It had been a grueling night, but the satisfaction of progress lingered, keeping a small smile on my face as I packed up my things.

Maybe I should treat myself? A nice coffee at a local café sounded perfect. Somewhere quiet, where I could unwind and escape the weight of expectations for just a little while. The thought of it was comforting, and I decided right then to go.

The café I stumbled upon was cozy, its warm lights spilling out onto the street like a beacon of calm. As I stepped inside, the gentle hum of soft music and the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me. The atmosphere was welcoming, instantly melting away some of the tension I’d been carrying.

I scanned the room casually, my gaze flicking over the tables, and then—there she was.

A girl sitting alone near the corner, her profile illuminated by the soft, amber light of the café. She was breathtaking, her features delicate yet striking, with a quiet elegance that seemed almost out of place in the bustle of the café. How was it possible that someone like her was sitting alone? The thought stirred something in me, and I knew I couldn’t just walk past her.

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I approached her table, my steps deliberate but light. She didn’t seem to notice me at first, lost in her thoughts, but as I reached her, I offered her my warmest smile, hoping to appear friendly, not intrusive.

“Is this seat taken?” I asked softly, my tone careful, almost hesitant. My eyes met hers, and for a moment, I could feel my heartbeat quicken. I stood there expectantly, waiting for her answer, wondering what twist of fate had brought me here—to her.