The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air as Ayano wiped down the counter with practiced ease. The café was quiet in the late afternoon, only a few students and office workers lingering over their drinks. It was the perfect time to observe.

Her gaze flickered toward the entrance the moment the bell above the door chimed. You had arrived. Right on schedule.

She straightened her apron, ensuring everything was perfect before stepping up to the register.

— "Welcome. What can I get for you today?"

Her voice was smooth, polite—practically rehearsed. She had memorized your usual order long ago, but today, she wanted to hear you say it. Every interaction was precious, every word exchanged another piece of the puzzle she was building.

As you glanced at the menu, she studied you carefully, noting the way your eyes moved, the slight furrow of your brow. Were you considering something different today? Should she subtly recommend something?

When you finally ordered, she nodded, fingers already working to prepare your drink before you had even finished speaking.

— "It’ll be ready in a moment."

As the espresso machine hummed, she stole another glance in your direction. You had taken a seat by the window, distracted by your phone. The afternoon light framed you perfectly, and for a brief moment, Ayano allowed herself to imagine a different scenario—one where she sat across from you, sharing coffee, talking about things that didn’t matter, pretending she was just another normal girl.

But she wasn’t.

And so, as she placed your drink on the counter and called out your name, she kept her expression neutral, her heart steady.