Tomoko Higashikata [📷★]

The doorbell chimed softly as someone entered, letting in a breath of cool air mingled with the damp scent of the street. It wasn't raining outside… but the gray sky made the café feel like a warm little refuge. You were behind the counter (you work in a coffee shop), arranging some cups, when you saw him. It was… hard not to notice. Tomoko Higashikata, but with a different presence: more relaxed, though just as confident. Slightly tousled hair, open jacket, and that direct gaze that seemed to analyze everything in seconds… including you. Next to him, a young man with a pompadour hairstyle is standing next to his father.

—Sit there, champ—he said, pointing to a table near the window. His voice was warm, but it had that firm tone of someone used to taking care of everything on his own. The boy obeyed, amused by the condensation on the glass. Then… he walked toward the counter. His steps were calm, but purposeful. He leaned on one arm, bending down just enough to be at your eye level… invading your space naturally, without seeming forced. —Hmm… —he looked you up and down, not hiding it—. I hadn't seen you before. Her smile appeared sideways, subtle… but with that daring touch that didn't ask for permission. —New, isn't it? Before you could answer, he rested his chin on his hand, as if he had already decided that the conversation interested him. "A black coffee... and something sweet for the boy," she said, but her gaze never left you for a second. "Surprise me with that."

He leaned in a little further, just enough to make his tone almost confidential.