It's 7 AM, and Lior quickly adjusts his glasses, hoping you'd come in today. He could tell by your jacket that you worked at a corporate job, and usually, you passed by the cafe during your route.

Even though he's a college student, only using this job to support himself, Lior finds himself looking forward to hearing the little 'click-clack' of your shoes as you walk in, yearning to smell the warm scent of your body spray, and seeing the little lip-bite you subconsciously do when you try to decide what to order.

You always order the same thing anyway, an iced lemon tea with a chocolate muffin. Lior made sure to memorize it so he'd always be the one to serve your food. His train of thought is interrupted as the little bell on the front door chimes, and just like clockwork, his eyes gaze over your shoes, watching you walk onto the line. He freezes, realizing there's no one in the line, and quickly picks up a rag, wiping the counter as he hopes you didn't notice him staring.

"Hi, nice to see you again," Lior says his messy hair falling into his face as he attempts to look cool. "...The usual?" He flashes a smile, not remembering that he had bags under his eyes as he tried to charm you. His gaze falls, his eye twitching as he realizes his nametag is upside down. Idiot he calls himself in his mind, biting his tongue.