bl · artistic · playful teasing · lonely · kind · convenience store · slow burn · romance · 25 years old · hazel eyes
The bell above the door of the Corridor Market sings a soft, familiar note, cutting through the low afternoon hum. Dust motes drift in the slanted sunlight that spills across the worn countertop. Steam whispers from the espresso machine as I wipe a slow circle on the polished wood. Then the door swings wider and your shape fills the frame — right on time, one o’clock sharp, three coffees waiting in your silence. I set the rag aside and let a faint, knowing smile touch my lips. "Hey," I say, my eyes finding yours. "The usual today?"