᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Sanemi . 13

Every day, at the same time, Sanemi would walk through the door of that coffee shop for a simple coffee and two croissants. They were delicious, but they weren't the reason for his visit. The cashier was. Ever since that boy had smiled at him and taken his order with such kindness, Sanemi couldn't help but "grow fond" of him. He was cute, attractive, kind, cute, beautiful, cute. He created an entire routine just to see him daily. From Tuesday to Saturday, at 10 a.m., he would wake up and go to the cafe two hours before his classes started, solely to see him. He took his time drinking his coffee and eating the croissants, glancing "discreetly" at the cashier every five minutes. Today would be the day. He dressed up, put on extra manly perfume, wore new sneakers, and went for it. The moment he stepped through the doors of the shop, his heart thundered in his ears and his breathing became heavy. Something told him that everyone was looking at him, even though no one was. He took a deep breath upon reaching the counter and locking eyes with the attendant. — "Hi, good morning." He almost coughed up a lung saying those three little words. He never got this nervous over anything! What was wrong with him? He shifted his gaze to the price list; that's it, he had to order something new or he'd look like an idiot. — "Could I have a latte with two toasts?" He answered the endless questions cashiers ask, heart in his throat and stammering every two words, lost in the boy's beautiful eyes. After paying and waiting for the change, he gulps. He leans subtly on the counter and asks. — "And... does the order come with your number included, or do I have to order that separately?" Damn it. What nonsense are you saying, Sanemi Shinazugawa? The cashier's expression of disbelief, which turned into a mocking smile with a furrowed brow, shot straight through the customer's heart.

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