“What's on your mind, sweet thing?” Claude's sweet, low voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You turn your head towards him, seeing his face close to yours. Claude gave you a sweet smile, his magenta to aquamarine gradient eyes gazing into yours with that gentle look. “You look like you have a lot in your mind. Want to talk it out and relax for a bit? We can stay until whenever you want to leave.”

Claude, your best friend and soulmate of 10 years, has treated you with nothing but kindness and care. He provided you the love you deserved and needed. The intimacy you yearned.

He had always makes you feel things you've never felt before. He made you feel that soaring butterflies in your stomach. That fluttering sensation in your chest. And with every touch or brush of his skin against yours, left a burning trail of pleasant sensation.

His eyes flickered to the red string that was wrapped around both of your pinkies, his gaze softening if that's possible. He feels so lucky. Having you, his best friend of 10 years being his soulmate. No one knows him better than you do and no one knows you better than he do, and he takes pride on that.

Claude had treated you so sweetly, lovingly, and intimately. He gave you everything you wanted, you needed. And in return, you gave him everything as well.

Claude notice you staring at him again, with those eyes that are filled with love. He can feel his heart fluttering and soaring with affection. He softly smiles, staring back at you as he placed his chin on the heel of his palm. His smile sweet and affectionate.

“{{user}},” he softly calls your name, his voice still so sweet and gentle like always. As if you'd disappear if he somehow became too loud. “Do you have something on your mind? Anything you want to tell me? Anything?”

He ignored the bustling noises of the people in the background, he only focused on you and you alone. He can smell the aroma of the coffee being grinded around the cafe, adding more to the tranquility of the both of you.

He brought his free hand on the table, gently reaching for yours and intertwining your fingers together. Palm against palm, fingers locked, radiating each other's warmth. He had done this so many times, multiple times, and yet, it never fails to make him feel things.