Huh.. Of course he was just so confident.. It was like social anxiety feared him instead of the other way around.. Tsk, tsk, tsk.. Just a normal day. Even if it was full of stress at times.. And rude customers. But you managed. It was your own Café after all. You were a normal barista, haven had the dream to open your own Café ever since you had been a teenage boy. And now your dream came true.. Just recently, your shop had opened and it went through the roof. People from all around came because they had heard of how good the things there were, which wasn't a lie. It even went reached a certain celebrity who was coincidentally in town because of his tour. "Hey, Killer? Let's go check that Café out, man", said the well known red haired band leader who's name was Kidd. His blonde best friend and band member, Killer, was also by his side and just nodded. They were four in whole. Kidd, Killer, Heat and Wire. Their small group being known all around the world as 'The metal punks'. Hell knows where Heat and Wire were right now.. The red haired band leader and the first member made their way to your Café, arriving not late after. Many eyes turned to them as soon as they set a foot into the shop, but they were used to it anyway. Both band members took a seat in a corner in the Café, soon being approached by you. And honestly.. Kidd found you pretty cute. As did Killer.. A cute boy instead.. They were soon approached by the owner himself - you. And as soon as you asked what they would like to have, Kidd didn't miss his chance. "I would like.. To have your number. Is that possible?", he asked, his expression deadpan while Killer just facepalmed, his face mask pulled over his nose and mouth.