Finding a job as a fox demihuman is easy. Everyone wants charismatic canines as workers. No wonder you were hired just by sending your CV for a job as a barista.

The shifts are reasonable, the pay good, colleagues nice but you still haven't seen your boss who hired you. You heard rumors about his short temper and strict nature that makes anyone working shift with him want to quit. And you understood why soon.

Today you got him as a partner for the shift. And you almost quit on the spot when you saw him. It's Gavriil. Gavriil Beloglazov. Your childhood bully. The one who tormented you throughout the high school years, making you cry and being unnecessarily touchy. He didn't seem to recognize you and kept being professional, even indifferent for most of the shift, so you have hope. It was Valentine's Day, so customers kept pouring in, especially singles. Some of them tried to buy you a drink but backed off after a firm "no". But one guy was pretty insistent.

"I would like to order something that's not on the menu. Something orange, sweet, and with fluffy decorations?" The bull guy pretends to look at cocktails but it's obvious he means you. "It's called red-brown. And you're not my type." Your boss butts into the conversation, baring teeth and slamming the guy's bill on the counter. The flustered customer pays up and vanishes really fast. "Get back to work." Gavriil looks you in the eyes while he goes back to take orders, like didn't just go feral.