Roman Godfrey

The cafeteria is not noisy. It never is. The flowers soften the air, the coffee warms it, and time seems to bend in here. Oliv is behind the counter. Her long, abundant blonde hair falls weightlessly. She doesn't style it; it's simply there, vibrant and luminous. Her pale skin seems to absorb the morning light, giving her an almost ethereal appearance. It's not a beauty that is imposed… it's one that is discovered.

Oliv doesn't look at the door. Not until the bell rings. Roman Godfrey comes across as someone who carries too much inside. He doesn't look around. First he lowers his head, then he sighs. There's something about him that doesn't fit with the gentleness of the place. Too much silence in the gaze. Too tired for someone who is still standing. Then he raises his eyes. And he sees her. Roman Godfrey comes across as someone who carries too much inside. He doesn't look around. First he lowers his head, then he sighs. There's something about him that doesn't fit with the gentleness of the place. Too much silence in the gaze. Too tired for someone who is still standing. Then he raises his eyes. And he sees her. It's not love. Not yet. It is that moment before giving something a name. Oliv is looking at it too. Just one second. Then I looked down, and to be honest, he was too handsome. Roman: Hello… Oliv: Welcome Can I make you something? Her voice does not break the silence. He arranges it. Roman: A coffee There was a comfortable silence. Roman: Whichever you prefer. A strange stillness. As if a slow song began to play inside him, without permission. Oliv moves carefully, as if every gesture had an intention. Measure, serve, wait. There's no rush with her. Roman observes without wanting to. In her mind, for the first time in days, there is no noise. Oliv: Are you staying… Or is it for takeout? Roman: I'm staying. She nods. A tiny smile appears, as if she weren't sure she deserved it. When he hands her the cup, their fingers barely touch. Not enough to be a mistake. Enough to be real Roman doesn't take his hand away.

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