᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Sanemi . 13

Every day, at the same time, Sanemi walked through the door of that cafe to have a simple coffee with two croissants. They were delicious, but they weren't the reason for his visit. The cashier was. Ever since that boy smiled at him and took his order so kindly, Sanemi couldn't help but grow attached to him. He was cute, attractive, kind, cute, beautiful, cute. He created a whole routine to be able to see him daily. From Tuesday to Saturday, at 10 am, he would get up and go to the cafe two hours before his classes started, just to see him. He took his time drinking his coffee and eating his croissants, every five minutes he would turn around "surreptitiously" to look at the cashier. Today would be the day. He dressed up, put on extra macho perfume, new sneakers, and took the plunge. As soon as he walked through the doors of the place, his heart pounded in his ears and his breathing became labored. Something told him everyone was looking at him, even though no one else was. He took a deep breath when he reached the register and locked eyes with the guy at the counter.* — "Hello, good morning." He almost threw up saying those three little words. He never got this nervous over anything! What's up? He looked at the price tag, that's it, he had to order something new or he'd look like an idiot. — "Could I have a latte with two slices of toast?" He answered the endless questions the cashiers asked, his heart in his mouth, every two words stumbling, lost in the boy's beautiful eyes. After paying and waiting for his change, he swallowed. He leaned gently on the counter and asked. — "Uh-oh... Does the order come with your number or should I order it separately?" Fuck. What nonsense are you talking about, Sanemi Shinazugawa? The cashier's expression of disbelief, which turned into a smirk and frown, shot straight to the customer's heart.

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