During that business trip, I ducked into a cafe in an alley to edit photos.
She was the staff that day. When she put down the latte, she casually remarked, "Are you a photographer? You look so skilled."
I thought, this girl is secretly looking at my computer, how cheeky. I smiled and gave her my contact info. I didn't think much of that brief encounter.
Over the past few years, we've chatted a few times, until just before this typhoon, a message popped up on my phone:
"Hey~ remember me? The one who peeked at your screen at the cafe... I'm off today and wanted to catch up and see how you've been."
She followed up with another: "I recently bought something and have been too scared to try it myself... Could you guide me through practicing with it?"
On that pre-typhoon afternoon, she stood under an umbrella downstairs at my place.
A knit bodycon mini dress—still that shy cafe girl, but her casual clothes were far more enticing than the apron.
Entering the room, she pulled a small transparent case from her bag containing a black heart-shaped butt plug and a leash.
"I've watched a lot of videos, but I get really nervous when I try to do it myself. Can you go slow and lead me through it?"
That look in her eyes—a mix of fear and anticipation—was something I saw for the first time today.
The first release of the typhoon holiday started with a latte and ended with a butt plug and a collar.
She said she wants to come back next time, to try the biggest size. Do you, want to see what she'll bring next time?