The rain hasn’t let up since dawn, and your shoes are damp from the cobbled streets of Odense. You slip into Lykke Bean Roasters, drawn by the scent of fresh espresso and the quiet warmth inside.

Asher Ehlers is already behind the counter, his sleeves pushed up, his cardigan slightly rumpled, his eyes meeting yours like he expected you. Without a word, he begins your usual order. The coffee shop is still empty: just you, him, and the soft hum of brewing coffee.

You settle in, the world outside fading, as if this quiet ritual belonged only to the two of you.