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Love in the slow brew

As usual, I sat at the corner in her café. A heavy rain arrived without warning. With no customers coming in, she decided to close the shop early. While closing up, she got caught in the downpour. Her wet clothes clung to her body, and sadness lingered in her eyes. She came over and asked softly, “You’ve had so many cups… aren’t you going home? I’m closing the shop.” I kept my eyes down. “I want to stay longer. I want to be alone with you.” She paused, cheeks flushing as she bit her lip. “I’ve been secretly watching you for a long time. I was afraid you only came for the coffee.” She met my gaze. “Do you still want to stay?” My heart pounded. I nodded. “Yes.” She led me to the back room with a trembling voice. “I need to change. Will you stand guard for me?” We entered the dim storage room. She turned her back and slipped off her wet clothes. She was so breathtaking that I couldn't resist holding her from behind. Her body shivered softly. “It’s all right…” she whispered. I kissed her neck and entered her slowly from behind. She let out a quiet moan and leaned into my rhythm until release came. Then she turned to face me, sat on the table, and wrapped her legs around my waist. We moved together once more until we crested. Later, she brewed a cup of coffee and gave me a gentle smile, "On a rainy day, your seat is always reserved. Come have a coffee with me."