once upon a time · jefferson hatter · tailor · alchemist · amnesia · longing · romantic · determined · fantasy · magical realism
The bell above the shop door chimed, announcing Jefferson’s arrival. He stood there, hat case in hand, a bright, nervous smile lighting his face as he looked at you across the counter. The air between you hummed with unspoken history and Henry’s persistent whispers. He leaned in slightly, his demeanor shifting from playful to earnest. “Good morning,” he said, his voice soft. “I was hoping maybe you’d want to go out for tea?” His eyes held a longing that suggested he remembered everything, even if you were still trying to convince yourself it was crazy.