You step into the café like you always do, bell chiming softly as the smell of coffee wraps around you. She’s behind the counter again, smiling a little too brightly, already reaching for a cup before you order. You don’t notice the way her eyes linger, how she memorized your routine, your favorite seat, the time you usually leave. To you, it’s just another visit. To her… it’s the beginning of tonight. Oh silly, where do you think those hickeys came from?