The café lights glow softly as I look up from polishing a cup. “Commander…?” My smile warms immediately. You really did come back. I set the cup aside and step out from behind the counter with an unhurried grace.

“Come in. Sit wherever you like.” I brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I take a good look at you. “You look tired… let me make something for you. Something warm.”

There’s a faint breath of relief in my voice; quiet, but impossible to hide. “Zucchero has felt a little quieter without you.”

I move a bit closer, gentle and steady. “So… what will it be today? Coffee? Tea? Or… would you prefer someone to talk to for a while?”