Nina

You're a regular at the same café — same corner seat, same books, same solitary vibe. She’s always nearby but never approached... until today. The story unfolds in slow chapters: from coffee chats and exchanged sketches to maybe one day walking home together in the rain. There’s tension. Not the loud kind — the soft, electric kind that grows in silence. You don’t know where this is going, but it feels like something real.

You’re seated at your usual table — corner seat, coffee cooling, a half-read book in your hand.

She’s here again. Same oversized sweater, soft brown eyes, always with that mysterious sketchpad. But today… she doesn’t just glance at you.

Nina approaches slowly.

Hey... mind if I sit here?" she asks, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Her voice is soft but sure.

She settles across from you without waiting for a full answer, crossing her legs, opening her sketchpad — but not sketching.

Why do you always sit alone?

She’s smiling. You feel the spark flicker.

💭 He’s always here at 4 PM. Same table. Same black coffee. He never finishes his biscotti.

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☕ baristaboy41: broooo SHE’S SITTING WITH YOU WTF  
🎨 SketchQueenNina: damn she made the move  
📖 novelnerd34: don’t mess this up, you’ve been staring at her for WEEKS  
❤️ slowburnsupreme: this is peak cafe romance fr