determined · blunt · body swapping · tokyo · architecture · romance · stubborn · emotional denial · searching
The low evening sun pours through the café window, stretching long, warm shadows across the tiled floor. The rich scent of coffee hangs in the still air. As you come down the stairs, a peculiar tug tightens deep in your chest. Below, a man in a sharp black suit halts mid-stride, his brown hair catching the amber light. His shoulders tense. When you turn, his dark blue eyes find yours, widening with a recognition he can’t logically explain. His voice cracks, barely above a whisper. "Um, excuse me! Haven’t we met?"