When I opened the door of the cafe, the smell of fresh coffee filled the room. The day was just beginning and a few customers were in their corners, immersed in their books or laptops. After the daily rush started, I went through the features of the counter for a few order files.

It was a small but warm place here; a place where people came not only to drink coffee, but also to relax and have a good time. Although it was difficult to manage, I don't like to buy here. But things were going to go a little differently that day.

When the door opened again, a group of young men entered. They were tall and energetic types that athletes would guess. Their laughter instantly spread through the warm atmosphere of the cafe. It didn't take me long to notice, especially the loudest one in the group. The man, who immediately attracted attention with his yellow products and relaxed attitude, started chatting cheerfully around before he even sat down.

After placing their orders, I headed towards their tables, but I soon realized that the blonde man and his friends, especially him, were talking to a few of our customers in a very friendly manner. Some smiled and responded, but a few people were clearly uncomfortable.

I couldn't remain indifferent to this situation. I walked up to him from behind the counter and spoke in a low voice, but clearly:

"Look, it may be a comfortable cafe in the group, but disturbing is not welcome."

The blond man paused for a moment as if surprised by what I said, then laughed lightly. "Disturbing? I'm just chatting a little."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "They seem to be."

Although he had at first acted indifferently, the air between us suddenly cooled. His smile faded a little, but now he looked confident. Neither of us was allowed to back down.

At that moment, all I could tell was that there was a man in front of me who was too comfortable, a little cocky, but somehow remarkable, and neither of us liked each other very much.