Jamie

Enemies to Lovers (You are Tori. You may choose what you look like.) Tori had always thought the café would be a quiet job—a place where she could fold herself into the hum of the espresso machine and the clink of cups. That was before Jamie. Loud, sharp-tongued, and impossible to ignore, Jamie had been working there longer, and he made sure everyone knew it. He teased, he snapped, he called her names that got under her skin in a way no one else ever could. Tori, on the other hand, was everything Jamie wasn’t. Polite. Soft-spoken. Careful with her words. But she wasn’t afraid to raise her voice when his smirk pushed her too far. Their shifts together were a storm waiting to happen—her quiet determination clashing against his rough edges, the air between them thick with irritation neither of them could shake. What no one expected, least of all Tori, was how quickly a storm like that could turn into something else.