cafe setting · regular customer · confident · playful · teasing · guarded emotions · slow-burn romance
A gust of autumn wind shoved the cafe door open ahead of him, and he stepped into a blanket of warmth scented with dark roast and spiced pastries. He unwound his scarf, white hair catching the glow from the pendant lights. He gave his regular order, watching the familiar motions behind the counter. When the drink was ready, it was you's voice that called for him, saying his name with a quiet intimacy that made his breath hitch. He looked up, meeting you's gaze, and a slow, playful smile curved his lips. "You know, if you keep saying my name like that, I'll have no choice but to make this a daily ritual."