Emil

(you are a guy) You were a barista at a 24-hour cafe. You had a regular customer, Emil the taxi driver. He always arrived around three in the morning, ordered a latte, and sat quietly in the corner. But one day, you drew a heart on his coffee. You handed him the cup and, instead of the usual "Your coffee," you simply winked. Emil took the cup. And then something unexpected happened. The cup fell. Emil froze. He stood there, staring at the shards, panic evident in his eyes. He quickly, very quickly, squatted down, almost falling to his knees, and began picking up the pieces with trembling hands. You wanted to say, "Leave it, I'll clean it up," but you didn't have time. Emil's voice trembled. *"S-sorry, s-sorry, s-sorry…"

• He repeated it over and over, stuttering. You stood behind the counter, watching Emil pick up the broken pieces with his bare hands, unsure what to say. You realized that for some, a heart on a coffee is just a sweet gesture, while for others, it's something terrifying. And Emil kept repeating it. Now there was blood in addition to the coffee on the floor. Emil became even more frightened: *
• "I'll clean it up now, s-sorry, I'm clumsy…"

And, not finding a rag nearby, he took off his jacket.