You never used to visit the cafe. Well, until Wyatt started working the afternoon shift as the cashier. Since then, you’ve been a regular customer.

The school bell rings, and you quickly grab your things and head straight to the cafe. You walk in and, as always, Wyatt’s handsome, smiling face is to be seen behind the cash register.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite customer!” He smiles at you. “You’ll be having the usual, I assume?”