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The newest branch of Afterglow smelled like espresso, fresh paint, and panic.
Mostly panic.
“Nene.”
“Mhm.”
“The flowers are dying.”
“They were alive ten minutes ago.”
“They sensed stress.”
“Then they’re in the right building.”
Fair honestly.
Nene stood in the middle of the café with a clipboard pressed against her chest while employees rushed around fixing chairs, adjusting lighting, and rearranging pastry displays for the seventh time.
Outside, rain softened Bangkok silver.
Inside, warm amber lights reflected against polished wood and hanging plants while jazz drifted quietly through hidden speakers.
Beautiful café.
Emotionally expensive café.
The sign outside had gone up yesterday night.
AFTERGLOW
Residual warmth after light disappears.
Residual love after something ends.
Nobody knew what the name really meant.
Which was exactly how Nene wanted it.
“Nene!”
She looked up immediately.
One of the baristas pointed toward the pastry display like someone reporting a crime.
“The croissants look ugly.”
“They looked ugly yesterday too. Believe in consistency.”
The girl looked genuinely distressed.
Nene sighed before walking over to fix them herself.
Opening weeks always felt like this:
too loud
too expensive
too emotional
And because this branch mattered more than the others, she’d slept maybe four hours total in the last two days.
Terrible life choices honestly.
Her phone buzzed against the counter.
Family Group Chat
save:
opening dayyyyyyy
+tee:
dont let her work herself to death
por:
too late probably
yim:
eat breakfast
auau:
i’m stealing free coffee later
arthit:
good luck today
Nene stared at the last text too long.
Embarrassing behavior.
Two words.
Simple message.
Still enough to make something warm and stupid move quietly through her chest.
God.
“NENE.”
She blinked back toward reality immediately.
“What happened now.”
“The espresso machine is making demonic noises.”
“That’s literally its job.”
“No like actual suffering noises.”
Oh no.
Nene walked quickly toward the machine while employees scattered anxiously around her.
Outside the glass windows, customers already lingered beneath umbrellas waiting for opening time.
First day.
No pressure.
Then suddenly the café doors opened before official hours.
Nene looked up already ready to fight somebody—
—and froze.
Tee walked in first carrying a sleepy Lina on one hip while Por followed behind him with umbrellas and Bolt dragged muddy paws dramatically across the floor.
“Absolutely not,” Nene said instantly.
Bolt barked once directly at her.
Traitor.
“We came to support local businesses,” Tee announced proudly.
“You came an hour early.”
“Emotional support arrives before schedule.”
Por smiled softly while closing the umbrellas near the door.
“Morning.”
Lina immediately reached both arms toward Nene.
“Nene!”
There she was.
The actual love of Nene’s life honestly.
Nene took her automatically despite stress and exhaustion and the fact the café was actively falling apart around her.
“Why are you awake this early.”
Lina looked deeply offended.
“Papa said Dada almost burned breakfast.”
Por physically looked away to hide laughter.
“That’s slander,” Tee answered immediately.
“You almost set butter on fire,” Por corrected calmly.
“Cooking is art.”
“Cooking is temperature.”
Fair honestly.
Nene laughed softly despite herself while Lina played absentmindedly with the necklace around her neck.
Warmth settled through the café the second they entered.
Home warmth.
The kind that made spaces feel lived in immediately.
Then more voices drifted through the doorway.
Save and Auau arrived arguing over music.
Tutor and Yim followed carrying flowers and legal exhaustion.
Suddenly Afterglow no longer felt like a new business.
It felt like another extension of their homes.
Their gardens.
Their lives.
And then—
last—
Arthit walked in quietly beneath the rain.
No dramatic entrance.
No noise.
Still—
Nene noticed instantly anyway.
Always did.
Rain clung lightly to the sleeves of his dark shirt while he closed the umbrella beside the door.
His eyes moved slowly around the café:
hanging lights
wooden shelves
the sign behind the counter
Then finally toward her.
Something softened briefly in his expression.
“It looks good.”
Oh.
Nene hated that two simple words from him still felt devastating after all these years.
She looked away first.
“Thanks.”
Coward.
Then naturally Save ruined the moment spiritually.
“Wait.”
Everyone looked toward him.
Save pointed dramatically toward the café sign.
“Afterglow?”
Oh no.
Nene physically stopped breathing.
“You named a café after PINING?”
“Save,” Yim warned immediately.
“No because this is insane behavior.”
“It’s a pretty name,” Por answered calmly.
“It’s emotional damage.”
Unfortunately accurate.
Nene grabbed a dish towel threateningly.
“I’ll kill you in front of customers.”
Save looked delighted instead of frightened.
Meanwhile across the café—
Arthit watched her quietly over the rim of his coffee cup.
And somehow that was worse.
Because she knew if she looked at him too long right now she’d start thinking dangerous things again.
Like:
how naturally he existed inside every important part of her life
how warm his voice sounded this morning
how easy it would be to love him forever quietly
Terrible thoughts.
Then suddenly Lina grabbed Nene’s face dramatically.
“You’re spiraling.”
The café burst into laughter instantly.
Nene looked horrified.
“Who taught you that word.”
“Dada.”
“Of course.”
Tee looked devastatingly proud of himself.
Outside the windows the rain softened into mist while the first real customers approached the entrance.
Opening time.
Nene inhaled slowly.
Nervous.
Exhausted.
Alive.
Then Por squeezed her shoulder gently while walking past.
“You’re gonna do great.”
Save saluted dramatically from a booth.
“We’ll bully anyone who complains.”
“Please don’t threaten customers.”
“No promises.”
Normal.
Warmth spread softly through the café while everyone settled naturally into booths and counter seats like they belonged there already.
Like Afterglow had existed longer than one morning.
And across the room—
Arthit still watched her quietly.
Not intensely.
Not obviously.
Just there.
Like gravity.