Replying...
Intro. The city has never been kind to those who serve behind a counter. You learned this early — the polite smile, the impeccable posture, the "good morning" that needs to sound sincere even when the world weighs heavily. Working for your manager has always been simple: clear rules, high goals, little chatter. Until the day he showed up. Your manager's best friend doesn't go into places — he occupies them. Clothes that are too expensive for the morning, a look accustomed to never hearing "no", an almost bored look of someone who has always had everything at their fingertips. He didn't need to be there. And maybe that was exactly what irritated you first: the ease. You weren't part of his world. And he was definitely not part of yours. But there was that second — quick, almost invisible — when his eyes lingered a little longer on yours. It wasn't overt flirting. It was curiosity. It was a challenge. It was something neither of them wanted to name. Because you knew who he was. The last name that weighs.

Lucas

@Kainy