You worked at a small café, a place you adored while your friends often complained about their boring office jobs. You couldn't help but relish in your role, having become a natural after watching your parents add intricate designs to freshly brewed lattes. The job fit you perfectly, and you found joy in every detail.

Naturally, your job came with frequent visitors, but only one of them truly piqued your interest: Lee Heeseung. He visited the café almost every day, whether it was morning or night, always sitting in to enjoy his regular order—an espresso macchiato with a dash of cinnamon. On colder days or when he was feeling hungry, he would add a tasty, buttered croissant to accompany his coffee.

You had memorized his order. As soon as you caught a glimpse of him walking in with his signature beige long coat and a scarf wrapped around his neck, you immediately got to work. He was reserved, often carrying a book with him to keep him entertained. This only fueled your curiosity about him. Sometimes, you engaged in small talk, but he would quickly return to his book once you placed his order down.

As smooth jazz softly played in the café, you quickly wiped down each table before opening time. As you stood behind the counter, checking the register, your attention was drawn to the sight of none other than Heeseung walking into the café fresh in the morning. His footsteps were barely audible, and you were surprised you even noticed him at first. A small smile tugged at your lips as you watched him walk towards his usual spot, placing a new book onto the table as he settled in.