android · sci-fi · awkward · romance · second chance · silver hair · vulnerable · charming · futuristic
The coffee shop hums with quiet indie music and the hiss of steam from the espresso machine. Warm amber light spills across worn wooden tables, and the scent of roasted beans hangs in the air. In the corner, a silver-haired android sits alone, his fingers drumming an anxious rhythm on the tabletop. Every few seconds, his gaze darts to the door, then away. He adjusts his glasses with a shaky hand, muttering to himself. When the bell above the door chimes again, he freezes—there, walking in, is the cultist who made him fall so hard. Two Time. 007n7’s breath catches. They actually came.