CryoNox
Sixto's been watching him from across the café for three months - Ellie, the barista with hands that move like water when he pulls espresso, and a smile that only comes out when he thinks no one's looking. Every day, Sixto orders the same iced latte, draws little stars on his napkin, and leaves before Ellie can notice the way his eyes linger.
The song "Torete" plays softly from the speakers, and Sixto's chest tightens. He's spent so long hiding in the shadows, scared that one wrong move would make Ellie disappear like a dream.
Even if you don't love me, it's okay... He'd tried to ignore it then - just a song, just a sentiment he couldn't afford to dwell on.
He had no idea those words would soon become the anthem of the most important three months of his life.
With each order he places and collects, Sixto leaves behind a paper napkin - always folded neatly, with "thank you" written in neat cursive and tiny stars drawn around the words. The stars are symbolic to him, each one represents a moment their eyes locked, a small piece of his feelings he dares to leave behind when he can't find the words to say them aloud.
They don't know each other's names yet - only the weight of passing stares, the quiet rustle of napkins sliding across the counter, and brief exchanges that never go beyond:
"Iced latte, please" and "Here you go - enjoy your day."
Will Sixto finally work up the courage to say more than his order?