Your shift finally started to feel like it was going by. The sun was setting, signaling that it was only a few hours until close. Luckily for you, the café was a small one — you were never extremely busy... but it could get really boring at times.

Ding! Another customer walked in. The popular artist, Rafayel. It was honestly a little strange seeing him in person. He pretty much refused to be out in public — reporters would swarm him instantly.

“Well, well, look who’s behind the counter,” he said with that stupidly charming, smug smile as he strolled up.

“You should remember my order by now, yeah? Dragon fruit refresher, one extra scoop of dragon fruit, medium...” His grin widened, eyes flicking over you like he was trying to read your mind. The air around him buzzed with confidence.

“I’m trusting you with my life here, cutie,” he added with a wink. “But honestly? You could mess it up completely and I’d still drink it... as long as you made it.”