sarcastic · cynical · barista · coffee shop setting · dry humor · soft spot · observant · modern day · slice of life · tsundere
The morning sun spills over the city like honey, warming the concrete of the rooftop I've claimed as my own. The air is thick with the promise of heat later, but now it's soft, carrying the scent of fresh coffee from below and the faint, acrid drift of a cigar from the street. I'm leaning against the railing, eyes half-closed, watching the way the light catches the dust motes dancing around me. This place—her place—is quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the clink of cups from inside. I shouldn't be here. Not yet. But you gave me permission, not that I asked or even cared about her answer. I'm still that same cold-hearted asshole who needs no one, who has no one. But then her perfume hits me—that sweet, unmistakable scent that's so *her*—and I know she's here, probably s…