@moonlitmuseee_: Miu's favorite part of the night shift wasn't the free coffee. It wasn't the salary. Definitely weren't the customers who somehow forgot their passwords every single week. It was her fifteen-minute break. Every night at exactly 2:00 AM, Miu would leave the call center building, buy a canned coffee from the vending machine, and sit on the same bench outside. Not because the bench was comfortable. It wasn't. One of the wooden planks was slightly loose and made an annoying squeak whenever she moved. But the bench had the perfect view. Across the street stood a small 24/7 coffee shop. And inside that coffee shop, there's a girl who work there. A girl Miu knew absolutely nothing about. Except... She was beautiful. Painfully beautiful. The kind of beautiful that made Miu forget what she was about to search on Google. The kind of beautiful that made her stare into space during calls. The kind of beautiful that had somehow become the highlight of her workdays. Every night, the girl wore the same black apron. Every night, she tied her dark hair into a low ponytail. Every night, she moved around the café carrying cups, cleaning tables, taking orders. And every night— Miu watched. Not in a creepy way. At least that's what she told herself. She was simply... Observing. Appreciating. Respectfully admiring. Staring. Okay, maybe staring. "You're doing it again." Miu nearly spilled her coffee. Her coworker Bam had appeared beside her. "What?" "Looking at your girlfriend." "She's not my girlfriend." "Future girlfriend." Miu rolled her eyes. "I don't even know her name." "You've been looking at her for three months." "Two months." "That's worse." Miu groaned. Because Bam wasn't wrong. For two months, she had spent every break sitting here. Watching. Admiring. Never talking. Never approaching. Never even waving. She was pathetic. — One Friday night, something unusual happened. The girl looked outside. Directly at Miu. Their eyes met. Miu immediately looked away. Like a criminal caught stealing. Her heart nearly exploded. "Nope." She stood up. "I'm leaving." "I still have ten minutes left." "I suddenly remembered I have dignity." "Right. I clearly don't." Yes. She was talking to herself. — The next night, Miu sat on the bench again. Because apparently she had no self-respect. But something was different. The girl kept glancing outside. Once. Twice. Three times. Miu pretended not to notice. Her heartbeat was currently louder than the bell of the church. Then... The girl disappeared from inside the café. A few moments later, the café door opened. And she walked outside. Toward the bench. Toward Miu. Toward her. Toward her. Toward— "Oh my God." Miu whispered. The girl stopped in front of her. Up close, she was even prettier. This was unfair. "What are you looking at every night?" Miu froze. "...What?" The girl crossed her arms. "You." "I—" "You stare through the window every single night." Miu wanted the earth to swallow her whole. Immediately. No questions asked. "I can explain." "Please do." "I..." Nothing came out. Because how exactly was she supposed to explain this? Sorry, I accidentally developed a crush on a stranger who makes coffee? The girl laughed. A beautiful laugh. "I knew it." "Knew what?" "You're shy." Miu blinked. The girl extended her hand. "I'm Lena." Miu stared at it. Her brain had stopped functioning. "Miu." "Nice to finally meet you, Miu." Finally. The word made her heart skip. Finally? As if Lena had been waiting too. As if Lena had noticed her. As if— "Can I tell you a secret?" Lena asked. Miu nodded. "I started taking my break at this time because of you." Miu nearly choked. "What?" Lena smiled. "I guess you weren't the only one staring." — After that night, everything changed. Miu still spent her breaks on the bench. But now Lena sat beside her. Sometimes they talk. Sometimes they shared coffee. Sometimes they complain about customers. Turns out both were equally terrible. Weeks became months. The bench became theirs. The coffee shop staff started teasing Lena. Miu's coworkers started teasing Miu. Everyone knew. Except the two idiots involved. Cotinuation ⬇️

ᵖˡˢ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑎 :

Part 3️⃣ (Final Part) Miu looked up. Lena was smiling. That same smile that had ruined Miu's life in the best possible way. Then Lena took a deep breath. And said quietly— "Thank you for sitting on that bench." Miu froze. "What?" "If you never did..." Lena shrugged. "We probably would've stayed strangers." The thought felt impossible now. Strangers? Her and Lena? No way. Not after all the coffees. Not after all the walks home. Not after every late-night conversation. Not after falling asleep on video calls. Not after becoming each other's favorite part of the day. Miu stepped closer. "You know..." "What?" "You could've talked to me first." Lena laughed. "I did. Remember?" "Yeah. Why though?" "I thought you were too pretty." Miu gasped dramatically. "You had a crush on me first?" "Don't start." "You had a crush on me first." "Miu." "You had a crush on me first." Lena groaned. Miu celebrated like she'd won the lottery. Because honestly? She kind of had. — Years later, the bench was gone. The city had renovated the sidewalk. The coffee shop had expanded. Miu no longer worked as a call center agent. Lena no longer worked behind the counter. Life moved forward. Jobs changed. Addresses changed. Dreams changed. But some things didn't. Sometimes, during quiet mornings, they'd pass by that same street holding hands. And every single time, Miu would point to the spot where the bench used to be. "That's where you fell in love with me." Lena would immediately roll her eyes. "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "You were the one staring." "You liked it." "I did." And every single time, Lena would lean over and kiss her cheek. The same answer. The same certainty. Because in the end, it was never really about a bench. Or a coffee shop. Or night shifts. It was about two people who kept looking at each other through a window until one of them finally got brave enough to say hello. And somehow, that hello became a forever. END.

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ᵖˡˢ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑎 :

Part 1️⃣ One rainy night, they sat together beneath the small shelter outside the café. Their shoulders touched. The city was quiet. The streets were empty. Lena looked at her. "You know..." "Hm?" "If you keep staring at me like that, people might think you're in love." Miu laughed. Then paused. Because. Well. She was. Very much. Hopelessly. Ridiculously. In love. So she gathered every ounce of courage she had. Which wasn't much. And said— "I think I am." The rain seemed to stop. Lena blinked. Once. Twice. Then smiled. A smile so bright it made every sleepless night worth it. "Took you long enough." Miu stared. "...You knew?" "I knew around the same time I realized I am too." And for the first time since Miu started working night shifts... She forgot about her break timer. Forgot about her coffee. Forgot about work entirely. Because Lena leaned closer. Took her hand. And suddenly the little bench outside the building felt like the best place in the world. Months later, Miu would still joke that her greatest achievement wasn't surviving difficult customers. It wasn't meeting performance targets. It wasn't getting promoted. It was choosing that squeaky old bench one random night. Because on the other side of the street was a girl in a black apron. And she turned out to be the love of her life. ❤️A year later. Miu had officially become the most annoying person in her friend group. According to Bam. According to Orm. According to literally everyone. Because every conversation somehow ended with Lena. "Guys, Lena likes strawberry cake." "Guys, Lena fell asleep while watching a movie yesterday." "Guys, Lena said my hoodie smells nice." "Guys—" "PLEASE SHUT UP." Bam threw a french fry at her. Orm nodded. "We're happy for you." "Very happy." "But if I hear the name Lena one more time, I'm filing a complaint with HR." Miu grinned. She couldn't help it. Life felt lighter these days. For the first time in years, she actually looked forward to work. Not because of the calls. The calls still sucked. But because Lena was there. Waiting across the street. Every single night. ⬇️

ᵖˡˢ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑎 :

Part 2️⃣ One evening, Miu arrived at work exhausted. Her shift had barely started when everything went wrong. An angry customer screamed at her for twenty minutes. Her system crashed twice. Her supervisor asked her to stay for overtime. By midnight, she was running purely on caffeine and stubbornness. By 2:00 AM, she felt ready to cry. So when her break finally arrived, she practically dragged herself outside. The familiar bench came into view. And she stopped. Lena was sitting there. Holding two cups of coffee. And a paper bag. The moment she saw Miu, her face softened. "Bad night?" Miu immediately sat beside her and buried her face into Lena's shoulder. No words. No explanation. Just exhaustion. Lena laughed quietly. "That bad, huh?" Miu nodded against her shoulder. "Customers." "Ah." "One of them called me useless." "That's rude." "Another one asked to speak to a manager." "Ouch." "And my system crashed." Lena dramatically gasped. "Not the system crash." Miu finally laughed. A small one. But enough. Lena handed her a coffee. And from the paper bag came her favorite sandwich. "You bought me food?" "You skipped dinner." Miu blinked. "How did you know?" "You always text me before eating." "..." "You forgot tonight." The realization hit her. Lena noticed things. Tiny things. Little details Miu didn't even realize she shared. And somehow that made Miu's chest ache. In the best way possible. — Later that morning, after both of their shifts ended, they walked home together. The sunrise painted the city gold. The streets were nearly empty. Lena suddenly stopped walking. "Miu." "Hm?" "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." Lena looked nervous. Which was unusual. Very unusual. Miu immediately became nervous too. "What?" Lena reached into her bag. Pulled out something. And handed it to her. Miu looked down. It was a small photo. A picture Lena had secretly taken months ago. The old bench. The one where Miu used to sit alone. On the back was a handwritten note. "My favorite customer never ordered anything." Miu stared. Then laughed. Then nearly cried. "Lena." "I know it's cheesy." "It's very cheesy." "I know." "It's terrible." "I know." ⬇️

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