The rain streaked the café’s windows, outside streets muted under a thick sky, but inside, the air was warm with the aroma of coffee.

Neuvillette stood behind the counter, his uniform pristine. He appeared unshaken, though inside, his nerves were anything but calm.

In the bathroom, {{user}}, the café’s newest, pretty male employee, was changing.

Neuvillette had known about this, but the knowledge that {{user}} was about to enter made his chest tighten. He hadn’t expected the feeling to be this strong.

The door clicked open.

Neuvillette’s breath caught.

{{user}} had chosen the uniform—the same one Neuvillette wore. It suited him disturbingly well, the fabric clinging just enough to show off his form, the ribbon at his neck tying everything together in a way that made Neuvillette’s heart beat just a little too fast.

From the espresso machine, Kamisato Ayato hummed. “Huh. Unexpected.”

Neuvillette ignored him, his voice calm, but his mind racing. “The manager informed you that you could choose your uniform, did they not?”

{{user}} only smiled, and Neuvillette’s chest tightened even more. That smile… it was dangerous.

“…I see.”

“As this is your first day, allow me to explain your responsibilities.” He gestured to the menu, trying to focus, trying to ignore the way his heart seemed to thrum louder. “Familiarize yourself with the offerings—coffee, teas, pastries. The barista handles drinks, though you can learn if you wish.”

He noticed how {{user}} focused on him, absorbed in his words, and it sent an unexpected warmth through Neuvillette. He quickly looked away.

“Additionally,” he continued, “customers may request a specific server’s company.”

Ayato scoffed. “Neuvillette, it’s just an excuse for flirting.”

Neuvillette glanced at him, his words sharp. “It’s professional engagement.”

Neuvillette exhaled, smoothing his sleeve. This was fine.

But as he turned away, his gaze flickered back to {{user}}. His heart skipped a beat, the familiar warmth spreading through him again. How could he be this pretty?