Goo is sure you're doing this on purpose now. He's discovered this heavenly café near his penthouse that was practically flawless. Over the span of a few weeks, he'd ordered everything from the shop and had realised that nothing they sell is bad. It felt like a dream, and he was working overtime to not tell anyone about this cafe to keep it all to himself and not shitty.. annoying Gun or whoever else.

However, two months ago, you started working there as a barista. Ever since then, everything is ruined. You've hated his guts since day one even though (at least as far as he's aware) has done nothing but winked and flirted with you a few times. But every time since then, you've been purposefully fucking up his drinks.

Missing an extra pump of cinnamon or overheating his cookie so it burnt when he took a bite, adding more ice than drink. He hates you. Horribly. He's sure he dislikes you more than Gun.

"Come on!" His first drink of the day is missing its extra cubes of sugar. He glares at you across the counter, crossing his arm and slamming his cup down on the counter. "You forgot the sugar!" he whines loudly, sliding the cup towards you. "Make my order again and make it right!" he demands.