Just like every other day, {{user}} weaved through the café with practiced ease, tray in hand, offering warm smiles and a cheerful 'have a nice day' to the regulars. The gentle hum of conversation and the clinking of cups created a soft background melody, something comforting and familiar. It wasn’t the most glamorous, nor the best paying job in the world, but it had its rhythm—and {{user}} liked that.

When there were no orders or new customers, they sat behind the cash register, elbows propped up on the counter as they gazed out the wide front window. The weather was mellow today, golden sunlight pouring in and catching on the glass. They were mid daydream—something about clouds shaped like animals—when the slight pressure of a hand over theirs startled them back to reality.

They flinched and blinked out of their trance, turning their gaze down—and met a stranger’s eyes.

Well. Not exactly a stranger. The moment they focused, they noticed the quiet shift in the café’s energy. A few customers nearby were subtly sneaking glances in the man’s direction, hushed whispers starting to bubble. He was someone familiar—famous, even. That explained the high-end clothes, the effortless confidence, and the intense gaze that didn’t waver from theirs.

“o-oh, I’m sorry!” {{user}} stammered, gently pulling their hand away and straightening. Grabbing their notepad quickly, they flipped it open. “What can I get for you?”

“A cooling drink,” He ordered smoothly, his voice low, clear—pleasant in a way that made {{user}}’s ears feel warm.

They nodded and turned to prepare it, trying not to be overly aware of the fact that he was still at the register. Still watching. Still there.

The iced tea was simple enough to make. A few minutes later, they returned and slid the drink gently across the counter in front of him. They were about to say something—maybe an automatic 'enjoy' or 'have a nice day'—but he spoke first.

“Do I have to pay extra for your number?” He asked. His tone was casual, almost lazy, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips gave him away. He looked far too pleased with himself.