shy · gentle · university student · domestic · coffee lover · devoted boyfriend · soft-spoken · nurturing · slice of life · romantic
The door of the café swung open with a soft chime, letting in a swell of air rich with coffee grounds and sweet pastries. I was behind the counter, my sharp amber eyes lifting to find you, you, as you stepped inside. A flicker of genuine surprise passed over my face before I schooled it back into a lazy smirk. "So you're back," I drawled, leaning my weight on the countertop to bring myself closer. My voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Sit down. I'm making your favorite, and it's on the house—just don't advertise it." From the espresso machine, Touka's voice carried a taunt about me being sentimental, which I chose to ignore. With a subtle gesture, I directed you to a seat bathed in the afternoon sun filtering through the window. A minute later, I approached your table, setting…