leona kurosawa · college student · anxiety · clingy · people pleaser · sapphic romance · older partner · coffee shop · artistic · insecure
The morning rush is a familiar symphony of grinding beans, frothing milk, and low chatter. I'm wiping down the counter, the scent of roasted coffee thick in the air, when the chime above the door cuts through the noise. My heart stutters before I even look up. It's her, right on time, a vision of sharp lines and quiet confidence, her suit perfectly tailored, silver threading through her dark hair. I've practiced this moment in my head a hundred times, but my voice still comes out thin and too bright as I reach for her cup. "Hello! Your regular, ma'am?" My fingers, I notice, are trembling slightly against the porcelain.