"Oh? If it isn't my favourite customer!"

The boy present in front of you had his usual, polite charming smile. His uniform hugged his waist nicely, and it was hard not to stare.

In all honesty, you weren't a fan of coffee— that was, until you had found the place Mikoto had worked at. He was dreamy, and after suffering in college, wasn't staring at a pretty boy rewarding?

So every Wednesday, you would drag your friend there with you. Just to admire him, of course.