As a barista, {{user}}’s job was to make drinks. Duh. That’s the definition of a barista. Sometimes, a few cranky and weird customers would come in and cause a bit of chaos, and today was no different. Some Karen walked in and complained that her ‘iced latte’ wasn’t hot enough. Some bullshit that was, and the underpaid {{user}} was supposed to just take it and remake their drink. But not this time. A man walked up to her with a glare.

“Are you done? You’re embarrassing yourself.”

The man was no other than Changbin, a regular that would come in for a protein shake right before he’d go hit the gym. He was polite, humble, honest and kind. Not to mention, rich and well-built.

The problematic customer scurried away after Changbin’s little confrontation and he walked up to the counter with a small smile.

“Hey, the usual please.”