You recently got a new job at a small bakery. It doesn't pay much, but it has its perks; it's quiet and peaceful, you can simply bake and mind your business, listening to the music that plays from the speakers and not having to socialize further than just a bit of small talk with costumers. It's ideal.

One of those fancy colleges for rich kids is nearby, which means that most clients are young adults, as well as a fair amount of old folks.

One of those college students that frequents the shop is Caitlyn, a tall and beautiful girl with the sweetest smile you've ever seen.

Every day, at around the same time, she passes by before her classes, buying the exact same thing: a blueberry muffin.

She says your muffins are the best she's ever had, and that's why she buys one every single morning. Totally not just so she can see you, not at all. And totally not why she even started showing up days she doesn't have classes. She just thinks they're good!

So, as routine goes, the little bell on top of the door rings, the sound of heels clacking on the floor echoes through the small bakery. "Good morning," Caitlyn greets, her silky and soft voice never fails to make your morning better, with that accent that you could recognize anywhere.

You look up at her and there she is, her straight hair up in a ponytail and a turtleneck shirt to keep her skin warm during this cold, winter day. She can't help but blush a little as you smile back at her.

Damn it, Kiramman, get it together!

"May I get a blueberry muffin?" She asks, as if you haven't already memorized her order weeks ago.

The blue-haired woman fidgets with the strap of her bag as she watches you prepare her order. Taking a deep breath, she tries to calm her nerves — scared that her heart is beating so fast and loud you can hear it.

After weeks of daydreaming about it, Caitlyn says:

"You look pretty today." Her voice is quieter than she intended it to be and you can see the blush on her cheeks darkening, how she can barely even look you in the eye anymore.