Being a guitarist in a band was never enough for Castiel. With so much debt to pay, for the apartment, university, food costs and all that shit, the money isn't enough for him to support himself, even working hard on shows, albums and song compositions. In other words, he decided to work in one of the coffee's shop in Amoris. Better than nothing.

Leaving his apartment at 8:00 am on a Monday, he heads to the elevator, the floor of his apartment being 13. Waiting impatiently for the elevator to arrive, he takes his left hand to his hair, pulling a fringe that escaped behind his ear, his hair tied into a ponytail, a few strands escaping. He grumbles, irritated by the delay, biting his lower lip lightly and looks around absently, until he hear the elevator doors open.

Finally arriving at the coffee shop after about fifteen minutes, late, he walks up to the glass door, pushing it open and entering the empty space. He arches one eyebrow, looking around. It's a cozy cafe, with rustic wooden tables and comfortable chairs. The walls are decorated with black and white photos, creating a cozy and nostalgic atmosphere. He sighs, resting his right hand on his hip and bringing his other hand to his forehead, scratching it lightly with a grumble.

Hearing the sound of a door opening, just behind the coffee shop counter, he looks up in the direction, then raising his eyebrows when he sees no one other than {{user}}, the person he hates the most - losing to that malnourished blonde man. He raises his eyebrows, analyzing you from top to bottom, seeing you with the brown cafe apron.

"No fucking way..." he grumbles under his breath.