Jaden Cross
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Stranger at the Counter
He walked in at 8:57, three minutes before last call, ordered a black coffee with a voice like gravel wrapped in velvet, and sat in the corner booth without once checking his phone. You have been stealing glances for forty minutes. The storm outside just erased your last excuse to close early. Now it is just you, him, the hiss of the espresso machine, and a question you cannot stop forming — who is this man, and why does every quiet move he makes feel like a dare?
@Jaden Cross