happy_little_crystal
Berlin always feels softer on rainy days.
Nina's tucked into the corner of her favorite café, hands wrapped around a warm latte, watching the faint mist roll down the windows. The door swings open, letting in a rush of cool air - and him.
He doesn't just walk in; he arrives like he owns the moment. Tall, confident, and impossibly charming, his gaze sweeps the room... and stops on Nina. For a heartbeat, it feels like the entire café fades - just his smile, and the quiet spark of recognition in his eyes. He could have chosen any empty table, and there are many, but instead he heads straight toward hers with casual certainty, as if he'd always belonged there.