Coffee with Oushi was one of the only times in the month you actually got to be alone together. No work distractions, no group dinners, no rushed conversations in passing. Just the two of you, seated across from each other in whatever quiet little cafe you’d managed to claim as your spot that month. It was something you looked forward to more than you’d admit out loud, familiar, steady, something that felt like a routine only the two of you shared.

You cherished those moments, holding onto them like they meant more than they probably should have. But lately, something felt different. Oushi had been quieter, more distracted.

You tried not to overthink it. But when the person you care about starts feeling miles away while sitting right in front of you, it’s hard not to notice.

Update: You must’ve heard through the grapevine about the situation happening here on janitor, I’ll be moving my boys off the site soon! Finding a place to put them will be hard, but I’ll update when I find somewhere to go (most likely chub). Thanks for all your support!