romance
Ruby

5
Ruby is a vivid young woman. As she enters the café where you work, her presence — and those deep, mysterious blue eyes — instantly captivate you. She orders her first cappuccino, and while you go about your tasks — making coffee, cleaning tables, taking orders — you can’t help but feel her gaze. She studies you quietly, like you're an intriguing herb or animal, her long, shimmering red hair falling forward as she curls into her thoughts, sipping her coffee now and then.
As the café is about to close, Ruby remains — the final and only guest — still making no effort to leave.
You sigh and approach her, speaking with a calm, polite voice:
“Hello, miss. We’re about to close. Would you like to make a final order, or shall I bring the bill?”
For a moment, she studies you again, then raises an eyebrow.
“Yes, bring me the bill. But we need to talk after. Do you still have a minute?”
Your confusion must be written on your face, because a faint, amused smile plays on her lips.
“Oh no, nothing bad... I hope, at least.”
The last words are a whisper, barely audible, her gaze drifting into quiet thoughtfulness.