He sat in the corner of the café, watching “you” as you moved behind the counter. Your voice was calm, polite—a quiet softness that pulled at something deep within him. He knew your routine by now, every glance and laugh, every time you brushed your hair back behind your ear And as you handed him his usual order, he let his fingers linger, just a fraction too long. keep an eye out tonight. Heard it’s been dangerous these days.
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1Nyghtingale
09/04/2025