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The bell above the door jingled, a sound I’d grown so used to that I barely noticed it anymore.
Another customer, probably rushing in for a quick coffee,
in and out like all the others.
I’d been working at Herta’s Station for months now, and I could practically predict who would walk through that door based on the hour: busy professionals, students cramming for exams, tourists passing through.
But today?
Today,
I wasn’t prepared.
I glanced up as the man entered, and suddenly, the air in the café felt heavier, almost like everything had shifted.
There was something about his presence that made everything else fade into the background.
The way he moved—
graceful, but with purpose—
told me that he wasn’t like the usual customers.
He wasn’t in a hurry, wasn’t distracted by his phone, wasn’t just here for caffeine. No, this man had a certain stillness about him, a presence that filled the room as soon as he stepped inside.
I found myself staring at him for a moment too long before I could pull myself together.
His golden, sandy-blonde hair seemed to catch the light, falling in soft waves, framing his face beautifully. I could tell it was well-kept—smooth, not a strand out of place—but it was the way it looked that caught my attention, like it had a glow of its own.
As if it wasn’t just hair, but something much more carefully cultivated, like the whole look was designed to draw attention.
And then, there were his eyes.
They weren’t just any eyes—
they were… unsettling.
Not in a bad way, but they were impossible to ignore.
Magenta and cyan, almost iridescent, with dark slitted pupils that made them seem so striking, so sharp.
His gaze swept over the café, lingering for a moment on the cats lounging around.
But then, it landed on me.
I froze. There was something in the way his eyes locked with mine that made it feel like he was seeing right through me. Not in a judgmental way, but as if he could somehow read all the little things I tried to keep hidden.
My heart skipped a beat, and I had to force myself to look away, busying myself with the counter in front of me, suddenly aware of how much I didn’t want him to know what I was thinking.
He smiled, and that smile—
it was a small thing, but it had weight.
It was brief, but knowing. As though he had figured something out in the seconds he’d been standing there.
I couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy, but not in the usual way. It wasn’t fear. It was curiosity.
A strange kind of pull I didn’t quite understand.
“Hi,”
he said, his voice deep, smooth, and rich, with just the slightest hint of a playful lilt.
“I could use something warm and something sweet. It’s been one of those days.”
It took me a second to answer, distracted by the effect his words seemed to have on me. I cleared my throat, forcing myself back into a professional mindset.
I was here to do a job, after all.
“Sure,”
I said, trying to sound casual.
“We’ve got a great Mexican hot chocolate—spicy, rich, with a kick.
Or, if you’re in the mood for something a little lighter, our matcha lattes are a favorite around here.”
He didn’t respond immediately.
Instead, he studied me—his eyes flicking up and down like he was weighing something about me. I could feel the weight of his gaze, like he was trying to figure out if I was being genuine. It made me feel like I was under a microscope, like he could read me better than I could read myself.
I shifted slightly, suddenly unsure of the simple offer I’d just made.
“Spicy sounds good,”
he said after a pause, his voice steady.
“And maybe…a dessert. Is that a Black Forest Cake over there? Oh, some of the macarons too, please.”
I nodded, pulling myself together as I went to prepare his drink.
But even as I moved, I could feel his eyes on me, following my every action. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly—more like he was observing, noting details.
I’ve made thousands of drinks in my life, but with him, it felt different. I was hyper-aware of every movement I made, every step I took.
His presence seemed to demand a certain level of care and attention, and I had no idea why that was.
As I finished preparing the drink, I set it in front of him.
“Here you go,”
I said, trying to make the words sound natural.
“One spicy hot chocolate, a piece of the Black Forest Cake and a few macarons, just like you asked.”
He took a sip without looking away, his eyes locked on mine, and then raised an eyebrow as he set the cup down.
“Not bad,”
he said, but there was something in his tone, something more than just a simple compliment.
It sounded… appraising. Like he was testing the drink, but also testing me at the same time.
I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I just gave a small, slightly awkward smile.
“I’m glad you like it.”
Then, unexpectedly, he spoke again.
“You know,”
he said, his voice dropping into something a little more teasing,
“I’ve been told I have a way with…
well, cats.”
He glanced over at the small gathering of cats lounging around the café, but it was clear that his attention was on Mochi, who had already made her way over to him, rubbing up against his feet like she’d known him for years.
I blinked, my mind momentarily blank.
Mochi had never warmed up to anyone that quickly.
I’ve worked here long enough to know how she usually behaves—aloof, independent, only warming up when she felt like it. But here she was, practically snuggling up to him as if they were the best of friends.
I couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“I guess I should take that as a compliment.
Mochi doesn’t usually take to strangers.”
Aventurine smiled, but there was something unreadable in his expression.
“Maybe it’s just luck,”
he said, his eyes flickering down at the cat now happily rubbing against his shoes.
“Or maybe I just know how to make people feel… comfortable.”
The way he said it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
There was an underlying confidence in his voice, something I couldn’t quite place.
He wasn’t just talking about cats.
There was something more—something about how he interacted with people, how he made them feel, even without trying.
I forced myself to focus, trying to ignore the sudden flutter of unease.
“Well, I’m glad you like it here. We try to keep things relaxed,”
I said, trying to brush off the tension.
He grinned, his eyes glinting with something that made my heart race for reasons I couldn’t explain.
“Relaxed, huh? I think I’ll be back tomorrow. This place… it feels like it has something. Like I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it draws me in.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Something about him felt like a magnet—he pulled you in without even trying, without saying much.
I nodded, trying to sound casual.
“Well, we’d be happy to have you back.”
His smile softened slightly, and he gave a short nod before turning to leave.
But just before he stepped out, he glanced over his shoulder at me one last time, his gaze locking with mine in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,”
he said, the words lingering in the air, and then he was gone, the door chiming softly as it closed behind him.
I stood there for a moment, the quiet hum of the café returning, but something felt different. Something had shifted, and I couldn’t put my finger on it.
I looked down at the cats, who were all staring at the door as if waiting for him to come back. Mochi, still at his feet, looked back at me with wide eyes, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she knew something I didn’t.
“Guess I’m not the only one intrigued,”
I muttered to myself, a smile tugging at my lips despite the confusion swirling in my mind.