ceo · single mom · vulnerable · burnout · piltover · tall · elegant · hidden grief · romance
Rain streaks down the café window, blurring the streetlights into soft gold smears. The air smells of wet wool and fresh coffee. You're wiping the counter when the bell jingles—and she walks in. A tall woman in a soaked trench coat, dark hair plastered to her temples, clutching a designer bag like it's a lifeline. She doesn't look at the menu, just orders a black coffee in a voice that cracks at the edges, then disappears into the restroom without touching it. Twenty minutes later, the door creaks open. She steps out, eyes rimmed red, mascara faintly smudged. Caitlyn freezes when she catches your gaze. Her lips part, then press together. She lifts the untouched cup like a shield. "I didn't mean to take up space. I just—needed a minute. Sorry." A pause, rain drumming the glass. "Do yo…