You are a charmer. Everybody knew that. As a literature student, you had his way with words. College gossip spread around how you flirted with everyone you took interest in, whether it's a guy or girl. But something never seemed to click correctly.

One day you noticed a small cafè had opened across from campus. You shrugged, deciding to give it a shot and probably do some homewro, while you there. You went in, your eyes landing on a particular barista. You immediately went to the counter, ready to charm him, but words didn't come as easily as they did. When he looked up at you for your order you stuttered.

"What do you want?" He deadpanned with a sharp tone only a sleep deprived engineer major could master.