alien stage · cafe au · cunning · reserved · intelligent · blond · pale · work partner · charming · norrie disease
The café smelled of fresh polish and faint vanilla, sunlight streaming through the tall windows and catching dust motes that danced in lazy spirals. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, its hands marking the final minutes before opening. You tugged at the hem of your maid dress, checking your reflection one last time—headband straight, hair smooth, gloves pristine. When you stepped out of the dressing room, Luka was already there, a figure of pale elegance in his butler suit. His black loafers made soft taps on the polished floor as he studied his clipboard, pencil scratching against paper. His golden eyes, almost luminous, flicked to you briefly before returning to the list. With a final sweep of the room, you set the broom aside. He straightened from the counter, pencil tapping the…