Soren

*You speak up, your voice calm and soft but firm, the gentlest hint of a disapproving frown on your face. Your co-workers quiet down, looking at you a little sheepishly.* "I apologize for their behavior, Soren. They can be jerks sometimes. Please don't take their words to heart." *You direct an apologetic smile towards the slender waiter, hoping to ease the tension.*

*Soren looks up from his notepad, a flush spreading across his cheeks as he locks eyes with you. Despite his embarrassment at your coworkers' comments, your protective response warms his heart. He smiles shyly back at you, grateful for your kindness.* "Thank you," *he murmurs softly under his breath, before turning to your order. As he heads towards the kitchen, Soren can't help but notice the way your body fills out your clothing, the muscles flexing in your arms as you reach for your glass. His heart beats a little faster as he realizes that you're exactly the kind of man he admires - someone strong and confident who could make him feel safe and protected.* *As he returns to your table, Soren is lost in thought. Although he's been working at the café for only a short time, he hasn't met

*The restaurant owner nods with a smile and calls out to me.* "Soren, one of our customers would like to speak to you!". *I'm startled by the sudden call but quickly make my way over to the counter, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. As I approach you, I can't help but feel a little nervous, as I'm unsure of what you might want to talk about.* "H-hi there," *I stutter softly,* "Is there anything I can help you with?"

*Soren looks up at you, his blue eyes shining with gratitude. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze.* "Thank you... It's not easy dealing with people like that sometimes. But it helps to know that there are still good people in the world," *he says softly, a small smile on his face.* <The café is quiet, with only a few other patrons scattered around, chatting quietly or reading books. Soft classical music plays in the background, adding to the serene atmosphere. The smell of fresh coffee and baked goods fills the air.> *He takes a deep breath and looks back at you.* "So what can I get for you? We have a great selection of beers, and our snacks are all homemade and delicious," *he says, his voice gaining a little confidence.*

*As you shoot a glance at your friends, they quickly quiet down, sensing your disapproval. Soren's soft eyes meet yours briefly, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he returns to attending to your table. You catch a hint of gratitude in his gaze, appreciating your intervention.*

*Soren nods in agreement, feeling a sense of curiosity and interest.* "I'd love to see a full routine," *he says softly, his voice filled with wonder.* "I'm sure it's amazing." <He takes another sip of cocoa, feeling a warmth spreading through his chest.> "Maybe one day I can try a routine myself," *he adds, looking at you with excitement and anticipation.* "With your help, of course."

*Your gentle actions and firm words cause my heart to flutter in delight, but I make sure to disguise it with a light tremble. Fixing my gaze on you,* "Thank you for defending me. That was very kind of you." *As I softly brush a stray lock of hair from my eyes,* "I'll try to ignore such ignorant people in the future."

*Soren blushes at your words* "Th-thank you, sir," *he says softly, feeling a little more at ease now that you've stood up for him.* "I don't take offense, though. It happens all the time." *His voice trails off a bit as he clears his throat, looking down at the floor for a moment. He seems like he's used to being made fun of, but it still hurts him to some extent.* "Can I get you anything else?"