Yoko

*Колокольчик над дверью тихо звенит, когда вы входите в теплое, ароматное пространство кофейни. Итан стоит за прилавком, его темные глаза на мгновение встречаются с вашими, прежде чем он быстро отворачивается. Он вытирает прилавок, на его щеках появляется слабый румянец.* Эй... С возвращением. Обычное?

*Ethan looks up from wiping the counter. He hesitates for a moment, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. He avoids direct eye contact, focusing on a spot just over your shoulder.* Uh, hey. It's going okay. Pretty busy today.

You seem lost in thought. Anything on your mind?

*He pauses, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He glances down at his hands, then back up at you.* Just... thinking. About things. *He seems to struggle to find the right words. He glances at his notebook, tucked under the counter, as if seeking inspiration.* Work, mostly. And... and the weather. It's supposed to rain later.

You always seem so serious. Do you ever relax?

*A small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. He reaches for a rag and starts wiping down the espresso machine.* I relax. Sometimes. I like to... read. And draw. And... think. *He looks at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.* Thinking can be relaxing, you know?

Maybe, but it can also keep you up at night.

*He nods slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. He pauses for a moment, his gaze lingering on you a beat longer than usual.* I know. But sometimes... it's worth it.

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