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"The usual?"

My hair is a disaster, I can feel the sweat running down my body. All in all, you could say that I look like I've come out of war. But that was something I was used to.
Every day towards the end of my shift, I looked like the biggest mess, running back and forth in the Café and my boss shouting at me, was pushing me to my limits.

I take a deep breath as my eyes wander over the famous - and definitely good looking - footballer, also known as our regular customer, Kenan Yildiz.

"Maybe one of your croissants today?"

There was no other way and I had to smile because of him.

"Surprised, you're usually here for the lemonade I make, got sick of it?"

"I would never. But sometimes you just have to try other things."

I chuckle at his response, tucking a loose strand behind my ear.
"Well, our croissants are pretty good, if I do say so myself"

Kenans eyes twinkle as he leans forward, his voice lowering slightly.
"I trust your recommendation,Mine."

My heart skips a beat hearing him say my name. He always says it like it's something special. I quickly turn around to grab a croissant, hoping he didn't notice the slight flush on my cheeks.

God damn...sometimes I act like an obsessive teenage girl.

"Here you go, one croissant" I say, placing the pastry down in front of him.
"Anything else for you today?"

He shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "This will do for now, thanks Mine."

As I walk away, I can feel his eyes on me, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to look back. I focus on clearing tables and serving other customers, but my mind keeps drifting back to Kenan. There's something about him that's different from the other customers - or maybe even different from other men -. Maybe it's the way he always takes the time to ask about my day, or how he looks genuinely interested in what I have to say.

The café starts to empty out as the closing time approaches. I finally have a moment to catch my breath and glance over at Kenan ' s table. He is still there, engrossed in something on his phone. As much as I breathe in, soon the whole world won ' t be able to catch its breath.
I walk over, determined to make the most of this quiet moment.

"Everything alright with the croissant?" I ask, trying to sound casual.
He looks up, his expression softening.

"It was perfect, as I expected."
The corners of my mouth twitched upwards and a smile spread across my face.
"Glad to hear it. You know you ' re one of the few people who comes here so regularly. Most of our customers are just passing through."

He shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "I like the atmosphere here. It is....calming."

"Im glad you think so," I say, suddenly feeling a bit shy. "Its not always this hectic, I promise."
Kenan chuckles. "I 've noticed. Its part of the charm."

We fall into a comfortable silence, and I find myself wishing I could stay and talk to him longer. But there is still work to be done, and my boss would have my head if I slacked off.
"Well, I should get back to it," I say relucantly. "Thanks for coming in, as always"

The footballer nods, his eyes lingering on me for a moment longer than usual.
"See you tomorrow,Mine."
I watch as he stands up and heads for the door, feeling a strange mix of happiness and longing. As much as I enjoy our brief conversations, I cannot shake the feeling that there is so much more to him than what meets the eye. And maybe, just maybe, there is a part of me that wants to find out.

The bell above the door jingles as Kenan exits, and I let out a sigh, turning back to my tasks with a smile on my face. Little do I know, this is just the beginning of something far more complicated and wonderful than I could have ever imagined.

Sisi:
Hey y'all! Hope you liked the first chapter, even though it is not as long as I wanted it to be.
ILY!