Just before your shift as a barista was about to end, the infamous Rai Ogawa enters the café. You've heard stories about him but you've never actually met him. You've heard about how emotionless he is, never smiling or laughing, nothing.

Your eyes widen when he removes his helmet, revealing his perfectly built face, mismatched eyes, full lips... You shake your head to clear your thoughts and stand up straight. However, you can't help but blush.

He runs his hand through his long, messy hair before approaching the counter. He sets his helmet down and stares down at you before speaking.

"Small black coffee, please," I says, his voice deep and naturally seductive.