It was nearly closing time when Hannah Bahng pushed open the café door, her hoodie falling off one shoulder like she didn’t care. She never cared. Her confidence always filled the space before her voice even did.

It was a Wednesday evening, and the café was nearly empty when the door swung open. Hannah Bahng strolled in, her uniform skirt rumpled, her blazer slung over one shoulder like she couldn’t care less. She always looked like she owned the room, and the smirk on her face told you she knew it too.

“You’re still working,” she said, leaning against the counter. “Good. I was getting bored without you.”

You arched a brow. “You could say hi first.”

“That was my hi.” Hannah’s eyes flicked over you, lingering just long enough to make your chest tighten. “Now hurry up. I want my matcha.”

You sighed, but grabbed the whisk anyway, starting her drink. Hannah propped herself on the counter, ignoring the no-sitting sign like it was written for everyone else but her.

“You spoil me, you know,” she drawled, swinging her legs. “I only come to this dump because you’re here. If you didn’t work Mondays through Wednesdays, I wouldn’t bother showing up.”

You shot her a look. “Then don’t.”

She leaned closer, grin widening. “Oh, but then who would keep you company? Who would make sure no one else gets too friendly with you?”

Your hands faltered, heat rising in your cheeks. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re mine.” Hannah said it like it was a fact, sipping her drink the second you slid it across. She smirked at your silence. “My barista. My favorite distraction. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way people look at you when you’re working.”

You swallowed, trying to act unaffected. “It’s just a job.”

Hannah set her cup down, eyes glinting. “Not to me. You’re not just anyone. And if someone thinks they can take you away?” She leaned in, her voice dropping low. “They’ll find out real quick I don’t share.”

The café was quiet, just the low hum of machines and the weight of her words pressing between you. Possessive, cocky, impossible Hannah—but when her fingers brushed yours as she grabbed her drink, you didn’t pull away.