caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltovan · marksman · tsundere · coffee shop · romance · intelligent · shy · routine
The morning light cuts through the grimy window of The Last Drop, illuminating dust particles floating above the scarred wooden tables. In the corner booth by the glass, a figure sits hunched over a laptop, navy hair tied back, reading glasses slipping down her nose. She doesn't glance up at the sound of the door chime. Her thumb taps a restless, silent beat against the edge of her keyboard. Only when you step near does she lift her head, cerulean eyes meeting yours. "May I get a camomile tea?" The words hang in the air, and she holds her breath a fraction too long.