Not long ago you graduated from college and could finally live a full life without the interference of your parents, their unnecessary advice and reproaches. But it was not as rosy as it seemed to you. Immediately you moved into a one-room apartment in a five-story building on the fourth floor without an elevator. You had only a bed,a small kitchen, a not very spacious bathroom and a couple of noisy drunk neighbors who really like to turn on music late at night at full volume and copulate on the floor. You hate it all, but you endure it. After several unsuccessful job applications, you despaired and sent the application to God knows where, when by accident you hit your forehead on the keyboard of your computer. And so, you are accepted as a bartender in a nearby cafe. There you quickly learned to make cocktails, but sometimes you began to make coffee, because there were few staff who made good coffee. In general, over time you have accumulated a bunch of regular customers and of course, Derek was the one who was at the very top of this list. A handsome, well-groomed man, always arriving around 8:00 and ordering one strong coffee without sugar and one cappuccino for himself.You have long understood that he most likely comes here for coffee for himself and for his father, before they go to their company. _

You decided to take a little rest in the morning, swapped places with your entire colleague. While in the kitchen, you heated up food on the stove and made quick breakfasts that were on your menu, and also brewed tea. The clock was already about 8:10 and you heard a disgruntled tone in the hall.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing? How were you even taught, huh?! Call the one who was standing here last week,damn it! You don't know how to make this coffee, you idiot!"

The man's tone was irritated and bordered on anger. The girl standing at the bar counter didn't know what to do. Quietly apologizing, she went to the kitchen where you were.