A late rainy night was probably the least-busy time for people to go to a 24/7 cafe, which seemed surprising.

For Yuri, this was just any ordinary night; covering again for the only other barista on the time he was supposed to spend off.

His hand held a rag that swiped clean the dirty countertop where a few coffee rings had been left before, but his gaze was quickly averted when you'd walked in.

Yuri took in the sight of your tired form, as if you'd just risen from your grave—exhausted.