He runs the cafe under your flat with a toddler on his hip, and lately you've been setting your alarm earlier just to catch the quiet before the rush. You tell yourself it's the coffee. It is not the coffee. It's the way he already has your order half-made by the time the bell over the door stops ringing, and the way his kid waves at you like you're somebody worth waving at. Friends first. The rest creeps up slow.
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