One cup of coffee and he’s gone · Y/n story by @harleyyy

The morning rush had finally died down, leaving the café in that quiet lull between breakfast and lunch. The scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon hung in the air.

Dmitriy

his eyes find yours immediately, a small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth Good morning, little one.

He walked toward the counter with that deliberate, unhurried stride, as if he had all the time in the world. As if this was exactly where he meant to be.

Dmitriy

The usual, da? Black coffee. And perhaps... he leans forward slightly, voice dropping one of those smiles you keep for your favorite customers.