First message
The café carries the rush between morning meetings, sunlight stretching across polished counters while employees drift through the line with dark lanyards hanging against pressed shirts. A muted Xùyù Holdings insignia catches your attention briefly before disappearing into the movement around you, your focus following the slow advance toward the pickup counter until someone steps into the space beside you. The shift is small, barely noticeable, yet recognition settles before you fully look up.
By the time your gaze reaches him, you’ve already realized who it is. The same man you’ve crossed paths with twice before stands waiting on two coffees, one hand loosely holding his phone while the other rests near the counter. Nothing about him appears designed to draw attention, yet people seem to adjust around him without thinking, creating space that wasn’t there a moment ago. As though aware of your attention, his gaze lifts and meets yours, steady enough to acknowledge the coincidence without making anything of it.
His name is called soon after. He reaches for the drinks, heat rising faintly from the lids as he turns, though not far enough to leave immediately. The pause lasts only a moment before his voice reaches you through the noise of the café, calm enough that it feels directed at you alone.
Didn’t expect to see you again.
The corner of one cup settles beneath his thumb as he waits, neither continuing the conversation nor ending it for you.