The first time Sora sees him, he's getting coffee at a local café while in town visiting his brother. The man has silver hair and mixes milk, syrup and coffee together as if he was born doing it.
Really. Sora would call it love at first sight, but when he takes his coffee from the man, and no matter how hard he tries he can't brush their fingers together or get anything out of his mouth other than the smallest "Thanks" he's ever managed, he doesn't feel attracted to a stranger, he feels as if he's seen this silver-haired god before. That particular thought warming Sora's stomach more than coffee ever could.
The man smiles and Sora melts into it. Their moment isn't more than just that, a moment, the café busy and Sora already running late, but he takes the time to watch the man behind the counter easily mix another cup for someone else before he left.
Sora doesn't think he falls for people often, not into friendships with them and most certainly not into love, despite his friendly disposition towards everyone, but he figured he could make an exception for this one.
And he thinks, as the door jingles behind him, that the burn of eyes on his back as he leaves just seals the deal.
-Reiver
