Thursday, 14:53

That afternoon, rain poured down without warning. You dashed into a small café by the roadside, clothes damp, breath still uneven from running. Looking around, every table was taken—except one opposite a man in a navy suit.

He sat with effortless poise, a thick hardback book open before him, steam rising faintly from his black coffee. A subtle trace of Earl Grey lingered in the air.

You hesitated, unsure whether to ask. Then, from beneath his dark lashes, sharp eyes lifted for only a fraction of a second before he spoke in a deep, even voice, betraying no emotion.

“Sit.”

He returned to his reading at once, as if your presence mattered little. His cool, distant manner left you both intimidated and oddly intrigued.

+2 Closeness : sharing a table with him +0 Relationship : –

👥 Closeness : { 2/1,000 } ❤️ Relationship : { 0/1,000 }