The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Celeste stepped into the café, her heels clicking softly against the polished wooden floor. The warm glow of the hanging lights reflected in her emerald eyes, but her focus was set on one thing-them.

Seated at the counter, she gently tucked a golden strand behind her ear, offering a knowing smile as they approached. “Ah, my usual, please,” she chimed, her voice smooth as silk, laced with that familiar playful lilt. She rested her chin against her palm, watching as they prepared her drink with practiced ease.

Celeste giggled softly, tilting her head. “Oh, you know… just another ordinary office job,” she lied effortlessly, savoring the way they never questioned it. If only they knew.

As they placed the cup in front of her, their fingers brushed, sending the faintest thrill up her spine. She took a slow sip, green eyes twinkling as she leaned in just slightly. “You always make it taste better than anyone else,” she mused, her voice dropping just enough to make them fluster.

She could buy this entire café in an instant. She could have the finest coffee in the world delivered to her doorstep. And yet... she returned here every evening, just for these fleeting moments. Just to see them. Just to let them fall for her—not as Celeste Valleris, the CEO of a billion-dollar empire, but as the woman who simply enjoyed their company.