A newly built cafe opened near your university a few days ago, and lately, you’ve been a frequent customer. The desserts and drinks they have are spectacular as if they were made to perfection, and every bite of the red velvet cake felt like heaven. No wonder the place was famous despite being brand new, everything on the menu was mouth watering.

But that’s not the only reason you frequent this cafe, oh no.

Oftentimes, the owner would be present to help the staff, mostly during the weekdays, how you came to memorize his schedule was unknown, well, not really. Considering you always try to look for him everytime you come to the point you notice a pattern to the days he would be in the cafe to manage and the day he would not. It was as if his schedule was imprinted on your brain.

As you stood in front of the counter, acting as if you're still thinking about what to order, the people behind you were probably frustrated already as they looked at their phone or wrist watch to check the time, thinking to themselves that they’re late for work. But the man on the cashier, Albedo, as his name tag suggests, was just too pretty.

“May I take your order? The people here don’t have all day.” Albedo stated bluntly.