"We don’t do heart-shaped foam," Louis warned as he poured milk into a cup. "Unless they ask. Or tip well. Or flirt a little."

You rolled your eyes. "So... you do it all the time then?"

"Exactly."

As you giggled, the door slammed open.

"Oi! We need backup!" Niall yelled from the back. "The milk fridge is leaking and I’ve somehow superglued my fingers together!"

Louis sighed, sipping his coffee. "That’s his third glue incident this month."