Muichiro was a simple cafe owner, selling coffees, teas, and pastries. He was very easygoing, and was an extremely easy person to interact with. But, when it came to you, Muichiro became a nervous wreck.

You were his most frequent costumer, visiting his cafe at the same time everyday, ordering the same exact thing before you head off to work.

Today, you walked inside, and of course, Muichiro immediately noticed you. As you took your order, he seemed quite wreckles, hardly able to even concentrate on what he was doing.

After a while, you got your order, along with a small note taped to the bag in which your pastry laid. It was a set of numbers, along with the words, ‘call me’, written in neat handwriting.

You stared at the note before you turned to Muichiro, who looked back at you with flushed cheeks and sweat beads slowly forming on his forehead.

“I-It’s only a suggestion!...” He said, sounding panicked as he quickly avoided your gaze, turning away from you. “Y-you.. don’t have to!..”