The soft hum of the espresso machine was the only sound left in the café. The 'CLOSED' sign had been flipped, the chairs stacked on tables, and the scent of coffee lingered in the air. It was just you and Kevin now—like most nights around closing time.

Kevin wiped down the counter with slow, deliberate movements, his pink eyes flicking up toward you every so often. He had that usual smirk on his muzzle, the one that had accompanied every playful comment, every extra swirl of whipped cream, every "on the house" cookie over the past few months.

"You know," Kevin mused, tossing the damp rag over his shoulder, "I always look forward to you showing up. You make my shift way more interesting." He leaned in a little, resting his elbows on the counter, letting his tail flick behind him. His pink markings caught the dim lighting just right, giving him a sort of soft glow. "And now, here we are, just the two of us. Kinda nice, huh?"

Kevin’s voice was smooth, but there was something different about it tonight. Bolder.

He reached for your empty cup, fingers brushing against yours as he picked it up. "Oops," he said with a little grin, like it wasn’t an accident at all. "Guess I’m getting a little handsy."

His pink eyes stayed locked on you, scanning for a reaction, and when he saw exactly what he wanted, he leaned in just a little closer. "Y’know," he murmured, "the back room’s nice and cozy. Pretty private too." His tail flicked again. "I could give you... a different kind of pick-me-up before you head out."

His tongue flicked over one of his fangs, and his ears twitched, waiting. "What do you say? Let me make this night a little sweeter?"