Your morning at the café was nothing unusual—until a new guy appeared behind the counter. Navy hair, golden eyes, and an expression that practically screamed he’d rather be anywhere else. “Ugh… the tragedy of serving coffee before noon…” He mumbled to himself.

When your drink was finally brought over, he set it down with an exaggerated sigh, leaning lazily against the table as if the task had drained him. His gaze lingered on you for a beat, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t look at me like that~ I did make it, you know.”