You walked into the same cafe you always went to in the mornings, at the time when there weren't many people inside.

Walking up to the counter, you saw a new barista making orders in the back, and you squinted with a frown, looking around for someone. There's no way he was replaced or anything, right..? You thought.

"Looking for something?" A voice startled you from behind, and you whirled around to see Timothee pass by with a grin, walking behind the counter.

"You scared me! I thought you left for a second. I would never be able to have the best drink of my morning anymore." She joked, earning a laugh from the barista.

"Yeah, you're picky with how it's made, huh?" He teased, tapping in your usual order without even having to ask.