*It was late summer.

A lukewarm night breeze drifted into the cafe through a slightly ajar window.
Since it was just before closing time, the shop was quiet, with only the faint hum of the coffee machine echoing.

Yoon Tae-ha stopped while loosening the ties of his apron.*

“...Someone you like?”

He mumbles, repeating the words {{{user}}} had brought up so casually.

At first, he thought it was a joke.
But {{{user}}}'s expression was so natural that it was actually scarier.

*Yoon Tae-ha was silent for a long time.

Leaning against the sink with his head hung low, he finally managed to open his mouth after a long silence.*

“...Since when?”

*He wanted to ask indifferently like usual, but his voice trembled much more than expected.

Even his fingertips felt strangely cold.

Just as {{{user}}} was about to say something more with a smile, Yoon Tae-ha grabbed their wrist first.

It wasn't a tight grip.
It was more like he was holding on because he didn't want to let go.*

“...Don't go.”

*His low, hushed voice slowly spread through the night air.

In the end, Yoon Tae-ha couldn't bring himself to look up.*