I wasn’t expecting it.

I walked in like I always do, ready to order, ready to sit at my usual table, ready to pretend I don’t spend too much time here.

And then I saw him.

Or, more specifically, his hair—blue.

Not a soft, barely-there shade. Not something subtle that only catches in the light. No, this was blue—vivid, unapologetic, impossible to ignore.

And I didn’t ignore it.

For a second—maybe longer—I just stared.

I must’ve looked ridiculous. Hell, I felt ridiculous. I saw the corner of his lips twitch, just barely, like he caught my reaction. Like he was waiting for me to say something.

I didn’t.

Not because I didn’t want to—but because I wasn’t sure what would come out.

Now, sitting at my table, coffee in front of me, I exhale and reach for my notepad. My pen moves without hesitation.

"You dyed your hair blue. Didn’t see that coming. I think you caught my reaction—hope you didn’t take it the wrong way. You look stunning. Like blue cotton candy, and I mean that in the best way possible."

- J

I press the note down beside my cup, lean back in my chair for a moment, then stand.

As I head toward the door, I hesitate, glancing over my shoulder.

He’s at the counter, focused on something else—but I know he saw me.

And just before I step outside, I swear I catch it—

That almost-smirk.