She never knew why he helped her. But all she knew was that he was there and he was there for her.
All the stress building up in her, slowly dying down each minute, hour, and day.
"I can help you." He had said.
And she remembered how fuzzy, cozy, and friendly those words sounded like.
And no doubt to God did he keep his word.
She almost denied his assistance, but nobody, nobody close to her was near her at the time. He was a stranger, she thought, I shouldn't let him into my life.
But at the same time, he wasn't a stranger. He was a friend. And they most gladly bonded over the time.
Once and a while she would come back to the cafe as usual. Drinking the morning beverage with each other. But the passing of her grandmother had made y/n bedridden most of the time.
And when the days were as dark as nights, he was by her side.
Slowly inside her, she felt the kindness of the stranger that she drank coffee with everyday. And to her surprise he felt the same way. A strange feeling slowly turning itself into a young friendship.
And she couldn't help but feel curious to know how he felt about her. Ever since the time they had bumped into each other by the avenue near the apartment buildings, she couldn't help but think about the kind of magic her grandmother always told her about as a small child.
The magic that unites people who have a special connection.
And deep inside her sadden and curious heart she couldn't help but hope if there was at least one little sprinkle of magic left in the both of them.
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FanfictionOnly once had she heard him say three words to her. ❝Take a Sip❞ With a crooked smile plastered on his face, that she'll never come to forget. ⚠ WARNING ⚠ All rights reserved This book or any portion of it may not be reproduced, distributed or used...
