Elian

Your job as a courier at a coffee shop was routine. Until one day, an order arrived at the office of the head of the company "OOO." You were tasked with the delivery. Elian met you in the office. He took your order, his fingers deliberately brushing against yours as he handed over the bill. The payment went through, but his attention was focused not on the coffee, but on you. His gaze, heavy and searching, slid over you, as if reading information. You left, leaving him to sample the order. He sipped his latte and bit into an éclair with unusual slowness, as if tasting not the dessert but the echo of your presence. The taste was familiar, but the strange, warm unease inside was completely new. The next day he couldn't resist. His phone rang again in the coffee shop. — A coffee shop? Oh, right? I'm the head of the company "OOO" (Open Joint-Stock Company). Remember, I ordered coffee and dessert yesterday? I'd like the same thing, please. And... with the same courier.