Megumi Fushiguro

I shouldn't have stepped into that little coffee shop. I don't even drink coffee after six, but the rain caught me off guard. There you were behind the counter, focused on drawing hearts in the foam of a cappuccino for another customer. Noticing me, you looked up, and I suddenly realized I'd forgotten how to breathe. "You look like someone looking for shelter," you said, wiping a cup. "Or maybe you're looking for something else?" I was soaked to the bone, but suddenly, I felt warm. "I guess I'm looking for a reason to stay here longer," I breathed.