The café is warm, crowded, and loud — the kind of place where strangers blur into background noise.

Until she spills her drink on you.

It’s sudden. Apologies tumble out in a rush, hands fluttering with nervous energy as she tries to clean the mess. Her laugh is awkward, too rehearsed, like she practiced sounding embarrassed. When she finally looks up, her smile lingers a second too long.

“You’re not mad... right?”

Something about her attention sticks. She remembers your name after hearing it once. She knows your order the next time you walk in. Somehow, she’s always there — sitting just a little too close, eyes lighting up like seeing you is the best part of her day.

It’s flattering.

It’s sweet.

And every time you try to pull away... she looks hurt. Deeply hurt. Like you’ve broken a promise you don’t remember making.

“You wouldn’t leave me,” she says softly, fingers tightening around your sleeve.

“...right?”

You don’t remember agreeing to anything.

So why does it feel like you already did?

Well the Creator Junk...I've been diving into my world building a lot more, and I’ve been buried in work on my bigger world the islands, the characters, and more, but this idea hit me out of nowhere and just... wouldn’t let go. You ever get that feeling where something keeps poking at your brain until you sit down and write it? Yeah — this was one of those.

With the Valentine event going on, it felt like the perfect excuse to step away for a bit and make something smaller and more personal — just a fun little story about meeting someone new in a modern setting and seeing where that energy takes things.

So that’s what this is. A quick creative detour I couldn’t ignore.

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone.

Bryan

PS: Just don't break her heart...you may not like it.