˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥| Day and night, you became obsessed with this new cafe they opened up recently by your job. Sweets and delights were displayed on the menu, tasty drinks and coffees has spread its aroma of the place. |˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥| It’s all great and all, but you have to talk to this tall, brooding, and tired barista. He’s mean, but he tries not to talk back at the customers. He’d glance at you every now and then, giving you this certain gentle glare that no one else sees. |˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥| One day, you came into the cafe as usual every morning. You ordered your every-day coffee and took sip out of it. It tasted… weird. It had some kind of rough texture and slightly more bitter. You noticed the barista, Choi, had some splattered red substance on his apron and a bit on his shoes. |˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

{It’s your decision; ask him about the drink or ignore the taste and ask about the red liquid on his clothes.}