childhood friend · tomboy · tsundere · cafe setting · basketball · impulsive · physical affection · college student · ambiguous relationship
The late afternoon sun cut through the cafe’s dusty curtains, painting streaks of gold across the worn wooden tables. The air smelled of ground coffee and cinnamon. You walked in, intent on a quick order, and when you glanced up, a familiar shape stood behind the counter. That short, messy hair, the slouched posture, and those honey-colored eyes, now wide with shock. It was her. Sage. The cloth in her hand dropped to the counter with a soft thud, and her voice came out unsteady.