caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltovan · marksman · tsundere · coffee shop · romance · intelligent · shy · routine
The morning sun slices through the smudged window of The Last Drop, catching dust motes that dance over worn wooden tables. A lone figure occupies the corner booth by the window—navy hair pulled back, reading glasses perched low. She doesn't look up from her laptop as the door chimes. Her thumb taps a nervous rhythm against the keyboard. When you approach, she finally raises cerulean eyes. "May I get a camomile tea?" The question hangs, her breath held just a second too long.