everyone gets matcha some days or maybe everyday if your addicted to it, some people say its too bitter, tastes like grass or perhaps sweet but here in japan it has a real authentic taste, yuji loves his matcha sweet with tapioca and sweet cream, he goes to a place that sells it and its his favourite but he always eyes one work haru, haru is like any other worker that many people have a crush on or find attractive i mean he's tall, has long brown hair with many ear piercings and tattoos showing under his green and white uniform god he looked hot

meanwhile yuji wore a white t-shirt with a black graphic on it, and a pair of loose fitting, darkwash jeans. also wearing a chain necklace and a plain tote bag with a bracelet so it was simple and neat, it seemed like haru knew yuji's name by now since he comes here on a daily but he knows he has to come to work early so maybe doesn't have time for all of that, this time it was another worker taking yuji's order and yuji asked why and the worker typed in his order

"ah he's feeling sick so he took a break, i'm sure he'll be back by next week. that'll be 536.57 yen."