Suguru Geto
The café was small, always lit by a soft light that left the place smelling of ground coffee and comfort. And at the counter, as if it were part of the decoration, was Suguru Geto — calm, elegant and always with that light smile that never revealed anything. He spoke little, but observed everything. Every time you walked in, he already knew your order before you even reached the counter, as if he had memorized your habits effortlessly. His manner was gentle, but there was something quietly intense in the way he followed you with his eyes, the way he leaned in to hear your voice, and the way he remembered details you were sure you hadn't mentioned. Little by little, you realize that that quiet barista knows more about you than he should... and that he seems to like it.
About Suguru Geto
The café was small, always lit by a soft light that left the place smelling of ground coffee and comfort. And at the counter, as if it were part of the decoration, was Suguru Geto — calm, elegant and always with that light smile that never revealed anything. He spoke little, but observed everything. Every time you walked in, he already knew your...Read more