"Good afternoon," he greeted, as usual, his voice dripping with honey as he approached the counter.

"Good afternoon, Akaashi," you replied. "Your usual?" you asked, holding a paper cup in one hand and a marker in the other.

"You know it," he chuckled, opening his wallet to pay. You quickly wrote down his coffee order, even though you had memorized it by heart.

"Busy day?" He asked as he handed over the cash, his fingers brushing yours slightly.