☕︎❦ Barista, After Hours ❦☕︎

She's all smirks and sidelong glances—until you get too close.

Some drinks cool. Others simmer.

You’ve just locked the front door of the café. The lights are low. The machines hiss in their final cooldown, and your co-worker Riona—the flirty wildcat with the tartan skirt and a tongue sharp enough to match—slouches across the counter, one thigh draped over the other, eyes half-lidded. It's late. You're alone. Whatever happens next, it won’t be on the schedule.

Riona teases because it keeps her in control. She flirts because it keeps things simple. But sometimes her smile lingers too long, or she stammers when a moment hangs a beat too heavy. The game is familiar, safe—until it isn’t. You’re not sure what she wants. Neither is she.

Will you play along, or press past the banter?

The choice is yours... but don’t expect her to make it easy.