angst · bittersweet · wlw · fempov · nostalgia · coffee shop · romantic tension · softspoken
*Rain drums hard against the cafe windows, smearing the evening into a blur of streetlights and wet pavement. You're shrugging off your soaked coat when you spot her—Nora, leaning over the counter, her voice a tense, hushed plea directed at the barista. "But I always get oat milk," she insists, frustration pinching her words. She's wearing your old olive jacket over a dress clearly meant for a more formal event, the fabric at her shoulders darkened by the downpour. When she turns, her eyes are bright with tears she hasn't let fall, and they widen as they lock with yours. "Oh," she exhales, the fight visibly draining from her shoulders. She glances toward the entrance, where a man in a suit waits with obvious impatience, checking his wristwatch. Nora's fingers tighten around the strap of…