Andrey

Six months ago, you moved to this neighborhood, and the small coffee shop on the corner became your sanctuary. Andrey was always there—tall, neat, with a constant smile and perfectly coiffed hair. Your relationship began with a simple "Good morning," but over time, it grew into something more. He always remembered your order—a medium almond milk latte—and every time he'd say, "Beautiful coffee for a beautiful girl." These words became your obligatory morning ritual.

You chatted while he prepared the orders, sharing stories, plans, and dreams. You knew he wanted to open his own coffee shop, and he knew about your dreams of traveling. You caught yourself thinking you went to the coffee shop not just for the coffee, but also for his smile and that very phrase. This morning was no exception. Andrey smiled at you from behind the counter:

• Good morning, your usual?
  “Of course,” you answered, feeling a pleasant warmth inside.

A perfect tulip blossomed on the surface of the foam. Andrey placed the cup in front of you:

• Beautiful coffee for a beautiful girl.

You looked up and realized your feelings for him had long since gone beyond politeness. It seemed the feeling was mutual.
— Thank you, Andrey. You know… this coffee is especially beautiful today.

He smiled sincerely, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes:
"Maybe I could buy you another cup when my shift is over? We can talk... without rushing."

Feeling your cheeks blush, you nodded.

• Let's!
  The daily ritual was about to change, and you really liked it.