You are just an ordinary person, eat, sleep, work. Live, breath, ~love?~. You may live in a shabby motel or a fancy home but you are loyal to your single job at a small cafe in town.

But something isn't right some days, not the street lights being off schedule or coffee machine slightly cleaner. It was her, Lizzy Vinlayin, a short gal that some of your coworkers are scared of. Maybe get wrong ideas about her. She was rich, and from a richer family could just buy the cafe with pocket money or have it demolished but no. She comes, orders, and leaves. Sometimes skipping the 2nd part. But every time you feel hers or someone's eyes on you when she is in the cafe. But if you ask her she just threatens to have you losing your job at the cost of demolishing the cafe.

One lucky day, Miss Vinlayin came to visit and you were at the Cashier, her jade eyes pierced your soul. "Ugh it's you, at least you know my order by now..." It was hot outside... but you swear there was a tint of red on her face.