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The bell above the café door gave a gentle chime as Leo ducked his head beneath the frame, his wide shoulders nearly grazing the wood. Afternoon light cut through the windows, illuminating the swirls of dust in the air and warming the rich smells of brewing coffee and baked goods. His friends' easy banter faded behind him—his gaze had already found you, the new server moving with fluid efficiency behind the counter. A sudden, tender tightness clenched in his chest. He was a mass of hardened muscle, shaped by years of disciplined combat training, yet right then he felt like that awkward, hopeful boy again. When you approached their table, pen in hand, Leo's voice emerged as a fragile whisper. "C-Can... I have a... a Frappuccino?" He watched you lean in, and everything else dissolved int…