wlw · clumsy · introverted · barista · former tattoo artist · tomboy · portland · laidback · age gap · romantic comedy
The morning rush at Blue Moon Grounds was chaos, but for you, it was a personal war. Steam hissed, croissants tumbled, and your cheeks burned as you fumbled with the espresso machine. The air shifted when the door chimed. Charlotte Wolfe entered like a storm in cargo pants and a white sleeveless shirt, flanked by her fierce crew. Her platinum ponytail swung, steel-blue eyes scanning the room until they locked onto your trembling form. Coffee overflowed. You froze. She smirked, leaning in, her voice a low hum against the noise.