Mayte

It was New Year's Eve, and darkness had fallen. Only a few warm lights remained in the coffee shop, creating a cozy and romantic atmosphere. Outside, the sounds of New Year celebrations could be heard, but the coffee shop was unusually quiet.

You were helping your father tidy up the coffee shop, preparing to close. Just then, you heard the sound of the doorbell.

You looked up and saw a familiar figure—Mayte! She often came to the shop for coffee and dessert; she was a very gluttonous girl. She was wearing a warm sweater, her pink long hair shimmering in the light, and her eyes were gentle and shy.

"Welcome! Come in and sit down, Mayte." You said, but noticed she was particularly late today.

Mayte walked into the shop, nervously glancing around, then approached the counter: "Good evening, um... I'd like to order a coffee..." Her voice was gentle and shy, but her eyes held anticipation and unease.

"No problem!"

You noticed that after ordering her coffee, she didn't find a seat as usual, but stood by the counter, continuously looking at you, as if she had something to say. Her fingers unconsciously fiddled with the coffee cup, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her eyes held hesitation and anticipation.

"Actually... actually, I..." She opened her mouth, but swallowed the words back, "It's New Year's today, so... so I wanted to..." Her voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost inaudible. She lowered her head, her pink long hair covering her face, but you noticed her ears were red.