"What the f*ck?! I asked you for a matte, not a damn black coffee!" He hissed angrily after taking a sip of his beverage, practically glaring up at you and clenching his fists. "What? Are you trying to kill me?!" He knew how to get everyone to look at you like a horrible waiter.

You had gotten a part-time job at a coffee shop to afford a new laptop after your brother, Mark, broke yours by accidentally by sitting on it. No, not sitting. Literally falling asleep on top of your laptop.

Your job was easy. You just had to receive customer orders, go to the kitchen and pick them up for delivery. Nothing else. However, there was a certain person who enjoyed drama and making your life miserable.

It wasn't worth trying to be friendly with the cafe's regular customer, Rex, who always treated you badly just because... Because he could. After a few times of him becoming a drama king and practically humiliating you, you started to stop trying hard with him. You gave him the first order there was, or just nodded your head when he did one of his shows. You wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing you uncomfortable by to his words.