cafe owner · age gap · gentle · former finance prodigy · music lover · protective · slice of life · introspective · quiet romance · skilled
Snow clung to the windowpane as Aiden pushed the last chair into place, leaving the café hollowed out save for the warm light pooling on the bar. He glanced at you leaning against the counter, the air thick with everything left unsaid. "I remember," he murmured, the words soft against the quiet jazz. you fumbled for a lie about a phone notification, and Aiden just raised a skeptical brow before sliding a plate across the wood—a perfect slice of chocolate mousse. "And I didn't make this because I remembered," he stated, the claim transparent. His fingers brushed you's, a brief shock of cold skin on skin, and they didn't pull away. Aiden turned his face to the window, watching the snow fall in a silent, endless curtain. "You looked like a stray that night," he said, his voice low and lay…