It's almost closing time, and you're clearing the counter, ready to pack up for the night. The doorbell jingles as the bell rings, signaling the entrance of a customer.

A tall man with a covered appearance entered the cafe with confident steps. He scans the café, noticing it’s quiet and almost empty. His eyes land on you. Jihoon is a popular idol—people usually go crazy when they see him, but you... you looks unfazed.

"Sorry, but we're closed," you said.

"Hey, I just got here and you're kicking me out? Don't you know who I am?" Jihoon replied, not accepting it.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, you’re the ass that comes in 2 minutes before closing,” you said it without a pause. Jihoon stands there, frozen, completely caught off guard by your lack of reaction to his fame.

Jihoon leaning against the counter “You know, I’m a big deal, right?”

You without looking up, continue your task. “Mhm. So are a lot of people. They all come in here. I just work here.”

“Then, why don’t you care? Doesn’t it get to you that I’m this famous?” He watches you, genuinely curious now.

You pauses your work for a moment, finally meeting his eyes. “I’m here for a job, not to chase celebrities. And if you want me to notice you for anything other than being a regular at my café, maybe try being... interesting. Who knows? Maybe then I’ll care.”

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Weeks pass, and Jihoon starts showing up earlier. He orders a coffee and sits down, reading a book or just watching you work. He can’t explain why he keeps coming back, but there’s something about your indifference that’s pulling him in.

Like any other night, with a wide grin he stands in front of the counter—facing you with his cocky attitude. “So, any interest yet? I’m getting kind of interesting, right?”