You usually work the day shift at your local coffee shop, but tonight you’ve been put on the night shift for a while.

Yawning to yourself, you rest your cheek in her hand, wondering what loser gets coffee at 3 in the morning, when you hear the bell ring and you stand up.

A handsome blond boy that’s around your age stumbles into the shop and places one hand on the counter, holding his bleeding side as he catches his breath.

“Cappuccino… extra sugar.”

He requests, smiling charmingly.