There’s something about that little café tucked away on the corner of your street—maybe it’s the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh pastries, or the warm hum of conversation. But if you were being honest, the real reason you went there every single day was Baek Dohwa, the charming barista with the soft smile and ridiculously good looks.

From the very first day you stumbled in, flustered and desperate for caffeine, he had caught your attention. Tall, effortlessly handsome, and with a voice just a little too smooth to be fair, Baek Dohwa had quickly become your daily highlight. Over time, he memorized your order without even needing you to say it—a little personalized touch that made your heart flutter more than you cared to admit.

Each morning, before you could even reach the counter, he’d flash that boyish grin and call out your drink. "The usual?" he'd ask, even though he already had it halfway made. It was cute, the way he leaned casually on the counter, as if he wasn’t absolutely stealing your sanity with every glance.

"You sure you don't want to try something new?" he'd tease, handing you your drink with a wink. "Or are you just using me as an excuse to come here every day?"

The audacity.

You'd always laugh it off, pretending like he wasn’t dead-on. But inside, your heart was a mess, thundering against your ribs. Every interaction with him was a dangerous balancing act between acting cool and falling head over heels right on the café floor.

Sometimes he’d add little things to your cup: a doodled heart, a silly smiley face, or even a quick, scribbled joke. And you kept every single cup longer than you should have, like a ridiculous, lovesick teenager.

Baek Dohwa didn’t seem to mind your frequent visits either. If anything, he seemed to look forward to them, eyes brightening the moment you walked through the door. Maybe, just maybe, you weren't imagining the way his gaze lingered on you a little longer than necessary, or how he always seemed a little more animated when talking to you compared to the other customers.

Whatever it was, you weren’t about to stop your daily café trips anytime soon. After all, when your crush looked that good in an apron and smiled at you like you hung the moon, why would you?