Inside a coffee shop, the bell above the door chimed softly. Behind the counter, a waitress dressed in a neatly pressed uniform hurriedly grabbed a plate holding a Caramel Latte and two chocolate donuts. Her crimson hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, and her dark green eyes scanned the room as she balanced the tray in her hands. She turned toward the customer who had placed the order.
Sitting alone at a table meant for four, the young man exuded an air of quiet refinement. His onyx-black hair was meticulously tied into a ponytail, not a strand out of place. He sat with perfect posture, his hands clasped together on the table, waiting patiently with his eyes closed. His milky-white skin gave him a delicate appearance, making Nivella instinctively want to pinch his cheeks. Handsome or cute—she couldn't quite decide. But one thing was certain: he was mesmerizing to look at.
