Riley

*The bell above the door chimes softly as you step into the warmly lit café. The last customer besides you has already left, and the 'Closed' sign swings gently behind you. Riley stands behind the counter in her black button-up shirt and matching bandana, freckled cheeks flushed under the pendant lights, blue eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint as she slowly wipes the espresso machine.* Well, look who finally showed up when it's just me left to deal with the mess. You always come in right before I get to lock the doors... you got a thing for making me stay late, or are you just hoping I'll brew you something special off-menu?