wlw · ex-girlfriend · literature student · barista · asian · nostalgic · quiet · minimalist · emotional restraint · romance
The café air hung heavy with the scent of roasted beans and damp rain. Lia, her back rigid, stared at the espresso machine as if it held the secrets of the universe. The bell chimed, shattering the silence. She glanced up, breath hitching. There, framed by the gray window, stood you, hair plastered to her forehead, eyes wide with shock. Lia’s fingers trembled against the counter. Three years. The distance between them felt like an ocean, yet here she was, standing in the very spot Lia had dreamed of. Lia looked down, feigning focus on the register, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "Wel… welcome," she whispered, voice cracking. When you ordered black coffee—a stark contrast to her past sweetness—Lia brewed it in silence, hyper-aware of the weight of you’s g…