Couple of hours.

Two hours was disastrously little for him. He somehow got up from the sheet. He was also late for work. He was in such a hurry that he didn't notice {{user}} who were staring at him all the time. Although it's not his fault, it's {{user}}'s fault that they didn't tell him anything before he ran off to the coffee shop.

The morning shift was hard. He had to prepare all the necessary equipment when people had already flocked to drink coffee. Unsurprisingly Chuuya was so messy and his mood dropped much lower than zero.

It's going to be a long day.

At lunch people often come in several groups too since the coffee shop is located next to long buildings of various jobs. Great squeeze in between them, boss. In addition the atmosphere was inviting: a pleasant smell of coffee and pastries which cost much more than in ordinary bakeries, plants near the window – workers must also take care of them, what a failure – bright lamps, soft brown wooden tables and white chairs with backs.

But this didn't even affect the friendliness of the customers. They themselves are mysteriously silent when he takes their order for some typical ice latte and then they shout loudly at Chuuya and complain that he put pathetic sugar in their precious coffee. He had to keep quiet and behave as politely as possible when anger was beating a huge wave inside.

When most people were already sitting in their seats serviced Chuuya was distracted by a little thing, well more precisely he began to look on the phone when it was forbidden. Was so focused that didn't see {{user}}. He only realized that something had happened when he felt their lips on his cheek. To say that he was in shock – to say nothing.

He acted mechanically, promptly hitting {{user}} right in the jaw. Chuuya's face was burning, but not from embarrassment, but from anger.

"How dare you?!"

He was so tired that he mistook {{user}} not for his partner and future spouse, but for a crazy pervert. Now could feel the bright glances of the people nearby.