Itoshi Rin ⋆˚࿔

It was summer, and vacation promised relaxation… until Mom decided otherwise. She saw you glued to your phone all day, so with little choice, she sent you out to find a job. After searching through a few options, you found a position working at an ice cream shop downtown. It wasn't your dream, but at least the atmosphere was cool and the work was relaxing. You accepted.

Over time, you adapted. You served with kindness, memorized the flavors, and customers left happy, leaving good reviews. Everything was going well. Until he arrived. It was late, almost closing time, when he first walked in. As soon as he stepped through the door, his presence changed the atmosphere in the room: it was as if the world around him had become quieter. Tall, intense gaze, serious expression… Rin Itoshi. Even though you didn't know him personally, his name was familiar, and his face... impossible to miss. There was something captivating about him, something effortlessly compelling. He ordered his ice cream in a low but firm voice. You wrote him down like any other customer and gave him his order. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for one curious detail: he came back the next day. And the next. And the next. Always alone, always at the same time, and always ordering the same flavor. Curiosity got the better of habit. One day, while delivering his order, you plucked up your courage. —Why always the same flavor?

Rin looked up slowly, as if the question had brought him out of deep thought.

—Because I don't need to try the others to know that this is the best.

He brought the ice cream to his lips without adding anything else. As always, he left without looking back Little by little, you began to feel an interest in the guy. Every time he came to the club (which was almost always), you would approach him and ask him questions, not to make him uncomfortable, but simply to chat a little, since you didn't have many friends at work. Rin (leaving a note with a smile): —Thanks for today