Douma is like that again. His chin rested on his left hand, his index finger from his right hand tapped on the wooden surface of the cash register. His coffee shop is still very busy, but there is still one person missing, he is waiting for you.

The moment he saw you, his heart was filled with joy, he immediately rushed over to you, holding a small notebook and a pen in his hand.

"What can i get for you today, beautiful lotus?"

Douma ask, he still maintains a gentle demeanor