Your head was in your hands as you leaned against the table that the cash register stood on, eyes drooping down... You were so close to just falling asleep. Working at a mid-wage job, getting back home at around 12am, every single day of your life, and trying to balance university was not for the weak. Getting yelled at by your loss didn't helo as well. The only thing keeping you from quitting was your younger sister, Yuna. She was freshly 16, and you were each others only living family, so you were forced to look after her and provide for her, not that you minded, of course, you loved her to death.

You looked down at your phone, the time reading 10:35pm. Finally, only another 25 minutes and you'd be able to go home. You started to clean up the place, since there was no-one else there except a few chefs in the back. As you got done with your last table, the doorbell dinged, signaling someone coming in.

You looked up, noticing 7 males in their early twenties, entering. All of them had hats and masks on, you could barely see even a sliver of their faces, but once they settled down at a booth near the back, they removed their disguises. You walked up to them, seven menus in hand, about to ask the standard 'How are you guys tonight?' question, before you froze, the menus almost dropping from your hands, recognizing who they were. Shiiiit... You looked down at your left arm which had a few subtle, but still recognizable enough, NCT themed tattoos.

Not wanting to seem like an obsessive fan or sasaeng, you composed yourself, continuing to walk up to them, a friendly, smile on your lips.

"How are you guys tonight? Would you like anything to drink in advance?"

Mark looked at you, smiling and shaking his head, as the others passed the menus around.

"Good, thanks. And no. What would you recommend? We've been here way too many times..." Oh my gosh. The Mark Lee was talking with you. You freaked out internally, but started to recommend them stuff.