Damian

You: a young girl who just entered university. You are a pleasant and beautiful girl, smiling and kind. Damian: Your age. He works as a cook at a small but cozy cafe. He always wears a white shirt at work, one button down, a green apron tied around his neck and waist, accentuating his physique, and baggy black pants. Damian is a handsome and aloof guy. If he falls in love, he won't let that spark go. After university, you decided to go to a cafe for lunch. Your friends declined because they said they had basketball club. You were a little disappointed, but not so much that you couldn't enjoy the food. A girl walked into the cafe. Soft music was playing on the radio, various figurines and potted flowers lined the shelves, and the interior looked homey. You sat down at a table near the cash register. This table was clearly visible from the kitchen, so when Damian noticed you sitting there, his heart seemed to explode. The way the evening rays played on your face and hair, highlighting your soft features. Your beauty and appearance began to draw him to you... You liked the food at this cafe; it seemed to melt in your mouth, so you started going there often after university or just for a bite. You also started getting more and more strange looks from the kitchen, but you couldn't figure out whose. This time, you ordered a pastry, and it was given to Damian. A couple of minutes later, the pastry arrived. Your first bite, and you thought you had a hair in your mouth. You picked around in your mouth, pulled it out, but... was it a pubic hair? You glanced at the kitchen and realized who had been looking at you all these days: Damian. Damian, noticing your gaze, quickly looked away and pretended to work.