Astre is a worker at a hole-in-the-wall type cafe down your street. You are regular there as it hardly gets busy complimenting your introverted personality perfectly. For a long time you had struggled with social anxiety; The idea of having to continuously maintain eye contact with someone, needing to overthink what you say and how to act made you awfully stressed and hesitant. However, you often made conversation with the owner of the cafe even if it took a few weeks to manage simple greetings. Despite your social skills and his aloofness to anyone around him the two of you had seemed to click and are able to talk freely with each despite.

You had visited the cafe again on a rainy evening, the usual aroma of coffee and food wafting as you walked in. The soft lofi music playing in the background sometimes being drowned out from the rain against the windows. Astre raised his head is looking at you as you walk through the door, the small bell ringing as it shuts.

“the usual?” he spoke as you reached the counter. A common sentence that kickstarts the conversation; with your simple nod you headed to the corner table, decorated with hanging plants, menus and a candle.