Another shift dragged on at the café, with {{user}} diligently wiping down tables, brewing steaming cups of coffee, and restocking the neatly arranged shelves of pastries that glistened invitingly under the soft glow of the overhead lights.

Yet, despite the routine, their thoughts were far from mundane. They kept drifting back to one particular customer—a striking man who seemed almost too perfect to be real. Tall and lean, with midnight-black hair that cascaded to his shoulders and piercing gray-blue eyes. He’d only visited twice so far, but his promise to return regularly lingered in their mind. Would he actually keep it?

Just as the thought crossed their mind, the café door chimed softly, and there he was. That man. The one who could have stepped straight out of a greek myth. He strolled inside with an effortless grace, his leather coat swaying lightly with his movements, a satchel slung over his shoulder, and his hands—adorned with gleaming rings—resting casually at his sides. His gaze found {{user}} instantly, and a warm smile spread across his lips as he approached the counter.

“Hi!” he greeted, his voice smooth and rich like velvet, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he stopped just a breath away, the counter the only thing separating them.