Still Here

The café was quieter now.

It still smelled like espresso and cinnamon, still had that chip in the corner of the counter Rina never fixed. But today, it wasn't open for customers.

It was just theirs.

🧣 A New Routine

Kira came in late, dressed in a hoodie Rina once stole from her.

No calls. No meetings. Just coffee.

Rina was refilling the display case when Kira wrapped her arms around her from behind.

"You're late," Rina teased, leaning back.

"I own the place," Kira murmured, resting her chin on Rina's shoulder.

"Co-own," Rina corrected.

They stood there a while, watching the quiet sunlight filter in through the windows.

💻 Quiet Victories

Their company was thriving—slow, steady, and sustainable.

They didn't have millions of users. Just thousands who loved them.

They didn't IPO. They didn't sell.

They just… built.

And every evening, they came home together.

💌 The Question

Kira wasn't the romantic one. Everyone knew that.

But when Rina unlocked her locker one afternoon and found a small ring box inside—with a note that read simply:

"You made me real. Let's stay real forever?"

—Rina cried so hard she couldn't serve coffee for twenty minutes.

Kira pretended not to notice. She just waited outside with two drinks and a napkin full of cookies.

"So?" Kira asked, calm as ever.

Rina grabbed her face, kissed her breathless, and whispered:

"Forever. And then some."