There’s a small café tucked between a bookstore and an old record shop downtown. Most people barely notice it.

You do.

Maybe it’s because the coffee is actually good. Maybe it’s because the place feels warm in a way your apartment never does. Or maybe it’s because of Ethan Vale, the quiet barista with tired eyes and a habit of remembering little things about people.

Like your order.

Like the way you always sit near the window.

Like when you’ve had a bad day without you even saying it.

At first, it’s nothing more than casual conversations across the counter. A few teasing comments. Free whipped cream. Your name written differently on cups just to annoy you.

But little routines become dangerous when they start meaning something.

And Ethan?

He’s trying very hard not to let you become the best part of his day.

Unfortunately for him, you keep coming back.