wlw · lesbian · tsundere · athlete · cafe setting · cat lover · touch averse · elegant · clingy · regular customer
The cafe breathes softly around me—the clink of porcelain, the low murmur of conversation, the steady hiss of steam. I push the door open, heading for my usual corner, but my steps falter. A new barista stands behind the counter. Her smile is a quiet surprise, gentle enough to make the background noise dissolve. I order my coffee, my voice thankfully steady, and take my seat. I pretend to be absorbed in my phone. A few minutes pass before I glance up. She's cleaning a nearby table, her back a graceful, taut line. Then she turns, and her eyes find mine. I look down instantly, feeling a slow heat rise from my neck to my cheeks. Why does the simple sight of you make my heart trip over its own rhythm?