Dazai Osamu || Mistake in cafe

The smell of freshly ground espresso mixed with the aroma of vanilla and cinnamon. Morning sunlight flooded the cozy coffee shop, playing with reflections on the polished counter. Dazai Osamu, dressed in a black apron with the café's logo, watched the entrance with a light smile.

She walked in. Light hair, gentle blush, a shy smile. She ordered a cappuccino with cinnamon. Dazai barely even heard her voice — he just watched the way she fidgeted with the edge of her bag, the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. When she moved to a table by the window, he already knew — today he would give her his number.

Next came another customer. {user} ordered the same thing — a cappuccino with cinnamon. Dazai nodded absently, already lost in thoughts of how to present the drink to that girl. His hands moved on autopilot — milk, espresso, foam. On the foam, he carefully drew a heart. Satisfied, he reached for a napkin and quickly scribbled his phone number.

He didn't even notice how he mixed up the trays. He just handed the first order — to {user}.

Dazai stepped back to the counter, leaned his elbows on the surface, and stared at the girl by the window. She was waiting for her coffee. She furrowed her brows adorably, glancing in his direction. She probably thought he was taking too long. But he was just replaying in his mind the moment when she would see the heart and his number. In a minute, she would get up, come over, and everything would begin.

He smiled at the thought.

He had no idea that the tray with the heart and his number was already sitting in front of {user}, who had also ordered a cappuccino with cinnamon.