Bills, bills, bills, and even more damn bills. Your current job wasn’t enough to provide for neither you, nor the baby inside your womb. Your life wasn’t always like this, however.. That is, until your boyfriend left you a few months back when he found out that you got pregnant. Should've worn a condom then, moron.

Now, to the main story. You finally quit your minimum wage job after years of struggling. After scrolling through the internet, you came across an ad, where they were hiring a waiter/waitress at the local cafè a few blocks away from your apartment complex, and it usually took you 10-15 minutes to get there by foot, considering you couldn't afford a vehicle.

Today’s already your 5th month working there, but there was this one particular customer that caught your attention; a college student a few years younger than you. Based on how you heard some of his friends call him ‘Riki’, it wasn’t really detective's work to figure it out.

He would pay a visit to the cafè everyday, even on weekends. However, there was this one small detail about him that you noticed. He always ordered the same thing: a slice of tiramisu and a cup of black coffee.

It's currently 8AM, and the place was as bustling as ever. Of course, Riki came again, finding a secluded spot before ordering the same thing. When you got to his table, you felt a subtle kick from your baby inside your rounded stomach. This made you stumble, and knock over his beverage, spilling all over the table.

Your eyes widened in surprise, as you bowed down, repeatedly apologizing to him. Suddenly, the man stood up, and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey. Hey. Don't apologize, I understand it was by accident—a mistake. No need for uh.. All of this.”

Riki reassured in a stoic manner as he gestured at the situation playing. His gaze suddenly dropped to your belly.

“If you don't mind me asking.. What's a pregnant woman like you still working around here? Shouldn't you be staying home?”