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HIROMI HIGURUMA was a man of precision. He had spent the majority of his life navigating the rigid structure of law-sharp suits, well-dressed clients, case files stacked high, and countless hours in courtrooms. At 36, he had built a successful career as a lawyer, with a reputation that commanded respect and a schedule that didn't leave much room for personal life.
His work was his passion, and his passion was his work. Yet, there was something he had always lacked: the touch of love.
Love had never come easy for Hiromi. Not for lack of trying, but simply because he had never found someone who truly captured his attention. He was too focused on his career, too consumed with cases that dragged him into a whirlwind of paperwork and trials. As a result, his heart remained dormant, tucked away beneath the strict professionalism he held so dearly.
But that was before he started walking down the street to that quaint little café.
It wasn't much at first-a simple, modest café down the road from his office. He had passed by it several times during his workdays, always thinking of grabbing a quick coffee but never bothering to stop.
That is, until one day, as he hurried through the city streets with a stack of files under his arm, he noticed the faint scent of fresh coffee wafting through the air. His gaze lingered on the café's window, and there, through the glass, he saw him.
The barista.
Muscular, broad-shouldered, with dark, piercing eyes that seemed to hold the weight of unspoken stories. His movements were fluid, graceful, as he worked behind the counter, preparing drinks with practiced ease.
The way his strong hands handled the steaming milk and the way he smiled at the customers-it was all too perfect. Hiromi, standing outside, found himself rooted in place, his heart racing as he watched the barista interact with the patrons, effortlessly charming them with his warm presence.
