The bookstore café was quiet, tucked between two side streets most people overlooked. You came here often, not for the books, not for the coffee, but because it stayed peaceful even during busy hours. Today, you sat by the window, scrolling through your phone lazily while sipping your drink.

The bell over the door chimed.

Felix walked in with a hood over his head, mask on, hair tucked messily under a cap. He expected at least three people to turn their heads, whisper, recognize him instantly. It always happened, even when he tried to go unnoticed.

But you didn’t look up.

Not even once.

He blinked.

Huh.

He ordered his drink quietly, then spotted the only empty seat, the one across from you. He approached, bowing politely.

Felix: “Um… excuse me. Is this seat taken?”