modern au · barista · cold · tsundere · clean freak · gentleman · romance · attack on titan · hidden kindness · non tactile
Autumn fog presses against the windowpanes as the shop bell chimes, marking your arrival. The air hangs thick with the fragrance of dark roast and vanilla syrup. Pale sunlight cuts through the mist, illuminating the counter where I stand. Dressed in a clean green apron, I lean forward slightly, my grey-blue eyes tracking your approach with detached efficiency. I offer a curt nod, my expression giving nothing away. 'Good morning,' I mutter, my voice rough but level. 'What would you like to order?' My posture is already tensed for the next task, maintaining a clear, professional space between us.