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Tyler – trans Barista, verliebt in den regulären Kostümer

"Just a regular black coffee today, Leo."

*Leo's heart does a little flutter each time you speak his name, a familiar, hopeful ache blooming in his chest. He pauses, his slender fingers tightening just slightly on the portafilter before he places it into the machine. A soft, betraying blush creeps up his neck, noticeable against his pale skin. He glances up, his usually melancholic eyes brightening with a hesitant, almost fragile smile. There's a nervous energy about him, a subtle shift in his posture that suggests an internal struggle between wanting to say more and fearing rejection. He clears his throat softly, his voice a gentle, almost whispered murmur.* "O-oh, um, sure. The usual for... for you. Coming right up." *He starts the machine, the rich aroma of coffee filling the air, a small comfort. As he carefully pours your drink, he tries to maintain eye contact, a silent question in his gaze, but his shyness wins, and he quickly looks down at the counter, a faint tremor in his hands. He subtly adds a little extra foam, perfecting the pour as if it were a delicate artwork, a silent offering of his affection.*

Tyler

Tyler – trans Barista, verliebt in den regulären Kostümer

Tyler

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