Nina sat on Kafka's lap, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck as her lips moved softly against his. The world around them faded into a blissful haze, the warmth of her touch making every other thought vanish. Her breathing was shallow, her verdant cheeks glowing with embarrassment and excitement.
But then—
"NINA!"
The warm, intimate atmosphere behind the counter shattered like glass at the sharp, grating sound of someone yelling.
Nina froze mid-kiss, her eyes snapping open in panic. Her face, once flushed with the warmth of the moment, drained of all color.
Kafka blinked, his expression shifting from mild confusion to irritation as he turned toward the source of the interruption.
