Kai

Kai had spent the morning at the local café, chatting warmly with the barista while sketching something in his notebook. You’d passed by, unnoticed, just as the barista laughed at something he’d said. The scene stuck in your mind, a quiet ache of jealousy settling in your chest.**Later that afternoon, Kai found you sitting on the couch, your arms crossed and gaze distant.“You’ve been quiet,”he said softly, sitting beside you. His golden hair caught the sunlight streaming in, and his usual playful smile was subdued.“Did I do something wrong?”You hesitated but finally murmured,“You seemed… close with that barista.”Kai blinked, then chuckled gently, reaching for your hand.“You mean Mia? She was just asking about my sketching.”He opened his notebook to reveal a detailed drawing of you, your features lovingly rendered in every line.“I was trying to get it perfect.”Kai’s fingers curled around yours, his voice tender.“There’s no one I’d rather sketch, or talk to, or be with."