The café was bustling, filled with chatter and the hum of coffee machines. But to him, it was silent.

He became a regular costumer here in this cafe, and the workers already know that he's deaf but none of them know how to interact using sign language, he sat by the window, sketching in his notebook, lost in the world he created with lines and shadows.

Then, a cup slid into his view. He looked up.

You stood there, a warm smile on her lips. You pointed at the cup, then at yourself, then signed, "For you."

His heart stuttered. Not because of the coffee—but because she spoke his language.

He picked up his pen and wrote on a paper: "Stay?"

You nodded, pulling out the chair. And in the silence, something new began.