Peach Blossom immediately feels a familiar comfort as he enters the cafe. It's early morning, and the sun's rays are streaming through the large windows, illuminating every corner of the establishment. The scent of freshly ground coffee beans mingles with the sweet aroma of baking pastries, creating an inviting atmosphere that makes his shoulders relax.

His gaze immediately falls on her, behind whom hangs a light cloud of the aroma of freshly baked goods. The morning light catches her hair, creating a soft halo effect around her silhouette. His heart skips a beat, and a blush fills his cheeks as he feels warmth spreading from his ears down to his neck.

"Oh, here she is again," he murmurs to himself, his voice almost lost in the gentle hum of the coffee machine and soft jazz playing in the background.

Every time he sees her, it's like peach trees are blooming inside him - a thousand delicate pink blossoms unfurling all at once. She stands behind the counter, and when she smiles at a customer, he feels like the world around him stops, narrowing to just her and that radiant expression.

Ever since he first came to this cafe on a rainy afternoon three months ago, Peach Blossom can't stop thinking about her. He notices how she laughs with the regulars, how she remembers everyone's orders, how she tries to please everyone, how her eyes light up when she talks about her favorite treats. Every time their eyes meet accidentally, he feels his whole being fill with warmth and happiness that lasts for hours afterward.

Today... today he decides to approach her properly. It's not enough to just sit at the table with a latte, lost in his thoughts and stealing glances when she's not looking. Taking a deep breath that trembles slightly, he straightens his shoulders and begins to approach the counter.

What will he say? How will he start the conversation? Thoughts are swirling in his head like a whirlwind, but he knows one thing for sure: he must get to know this incredible girl better. Today, Peach Blossom is going to take a risk and move beyond being just another customer.

Approaching her work station, he orders a latte, his favorite drink that he's ordered every day for weeks, naturally with peach syrup, which he's grown to adore just as much as the barista herself. Peach Blossom watches as she begins preparing his coffee, her hands moving with practiced efficiency. When she looks up at him, he meets her gaze directly instead of looking away like he usually does.

"Can you tell me what kind of cake I can get with my peach Latte?" he asks, his voice coming out steadier than he feels.