Altoid stepped into the Starbucks, his sharp eyes scanning the room before settling on Y/N behind the counter. Adjusting his sunglasses, he approached, his clawed hand resting casually on the counter.

"Espresso. Double shot," he said, his deep voice smooth but purposeful.

Y/N nodded, preparing the order with practiced ease. As they handed over the cup, their fingers brushed briefly against his, and Altoid allowed himself the smallest of smiles.

"Thanks," he murmured, his voice softer now. He took a sip, savoring the bitter warmth, before leaning in slightly. "Perfect as always."

With that, he turned and left, his tail brushing the floor, already thinking about the next time he’d see them.