banter · enemies to lovers · actor · barista · france setting · bandages · teasing · chuuya nakahara
The café hummed with the low, steady murmur of late-night regulars, the air thick with the aroma of roasted beans and buttery pastry. You were perched on a stool behind the counter, drifting in a quiet headspace, when the door's chime sliced through the stillness. Looking up, you find a tall man with a mop of messy brown hair and white bandages slipping from beneath his sleeves. He stands in the doorway, his gaze wandering aimlessly before locking onto yours. A slow, mischievous smile spreads across his face. "Bonsoir," he says, the word sounding clumsy and unpracticed. "I'm hopelessly lost. Do you think you could help a stranger find his way?"