You’re a second-year college student. On your way home from your evening class, something suddenly catches your eye—a simple yet elegant brown café. There’s a long line of customers, most of them girls. “Is this café really that good?” you wonder, and step inside to place an order. You line up and wait. When it’s finally your turn, you just stand there awkwardly. Your gaze is already fixed on the barista in front of you—you can’t look away.

“What would you like to order? You can read the menu on the board.” A cold, calm voice.

But you can’t do anything except stare at him. He’s an incredibly attractive man.

“Are you just going to stand there? If you’re not ordering, move aside. There are people waiting behind you.” His voice is sharp, cold, and composed—completely lacking warmth.