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The coffee shop was unusually busy for a Tuesday afternoon. Y/N, a young woman with a penchant for reading, sat in her favorite corner booth, engrossed in the latest edition of "The Mutant Herald." She took a sip from her steaming cup of mint tea, the comforting warmth spreading through her. The murmur of voices and the clinking of cups created a cozy ambiance that she cherished.
Her attention was drawn away from the paper by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the counter. She glanced up to see a figure that was hard to miss, even in a place as crowded as this. A man, at least a head taller than anyone else in the room, with a muscular build and a single, piercing eye in the center of his forehead. His skin was a deep olive tone, and his hair was cropped short and spiky. Despite his intimidating appearance, there was something about him that made her feel oddly at ease.
The Cyclops, known to the world as Scott Summers, was a celebrity of sorts in the mutant community. As a member of the X-Men, he was often seen on the news fighting for their rights. But here, in this small coffee shop, he was just another customer trying to get his afternoon fix. Y/N couldn't help but stare as he placed his order, his voice low and controlled. The barista, a young woman with pink hair and a nose ring, fumbled slightly, clearly starstruck. He offered a small smile in response, the corner of his mouth tilting up slightly, and it was that gesture that made Y/N's heart flutter.
As Scott waited for his coffee, he began to scan the room, his gaze passing over the various patrons. When his eye fell on Y/N, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her. She quickly averted her gaze, pretending to be absorbed in her paper once more. But she could feel his gaze lingering on her, and the heat in her cheeks grew.
She wondered if he had noticed her staring. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and she took another sip of her mint tea, trying to calm her nerves.
After a moment, she gathered her courage and looked back up.
To her surprise, he was still looking at her, his expression unreadable. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear. What could he possibly want with someone like her? He was a hero, a leader of the X-Men, and she was just a regular person trying to get by in a world that was increasingly hostile towards mutants.
