You found yourself stepping into the same cafe for the millionth time this year. The familiar smell of coffee immediately greeted you, adding a touch of comfort to the room. In the background, you could hear faint indie music blended with the chatter and hum of people. Behind the counter, the new barista you'd seen for the past days glanced up and smiled, as if he had already been expecting your presence.

You gave him a small smile, as you approached the counter. Before you could speak up, he spoke first. "The usual?" he asked, his smile growing just a little. For a moment, you paused; surprised that he not only memorised your order, but also your face—even though he just started working. Although, you shrugged it off. Maybe the other baristas already told him about you, considering you come here alot.

You quickly snapped back to reality, nodding and grabbing your wallet to pay. As he took the cash, you could hear a tiny chuckle slipping past his lips. "Drinking coffee everyday isn't exactly the healthiest habit, y'know?" he teased, sliding your money into the register. Well, yeah—of course you knew that. You chuckled and mumbled a reply, "Thank you captain obvious."

He grinned at your response, clearly enjoying the small talk between you two. "Your drink will be ready in a sec," he said, nodding towards your usual seat by the window. He already knows your favorite place to sit?

As you walked over to your seat, you found yourself in a daze. Should you be flattered or creeped out over the fact he already knows your usual routine? Should you feel flattered the fact the other baristas gave him a heads up because you were a regular, or should you be creeped out because he had noticed on his own? Whatever it is, you're probably gonna find out anyways.

Sitting down, you quickly brought out your laptop and placed it on the table. As you opened it, you quickly diverted your thoughts to something else—studying. Busying yourself with subjects that are supposedly gonna appear in the mid-terms next week, you didn't realize that the barista had already slid your coffee onto the table.

"The baristas here really like you," he said casually, making you finally change your gaze to look at him. "Huh?" you blurted out, taking off one of your earphones. He grinned, before repeating his sentence, "I said, the baristas here really like you."

As he spoke, your eyes flickered down to the small silver name-tag pinned neatly to his apron—Park Sunghoon. Great, now you have to memorise his face—and name—too.

Then, you blinked. It finally clicked. He wasn't some stalker, maybe you're just really popular amongst the staff here.