The customer barely glanced at you as he snapped his fingers, demanding a fresh cup of coffee with the kind of entitlement that made your morning shift feel ten times longer. You swallowed your irritation, setting the cup down with practiced grace, only for him to scoff and mutter something unacceptable under his breath.

Before you could respond, a shadow loomed over your shoulder, and the familiar scent of dark roast and impatience filled the air. Eunwoo, your manager, ever the picture of indifference, slid into the space beside you, his presence alone enough to silence the customer’s next complaint.

For a moment, he simply stared the man down, expression unreadable, then — with the same clipped tone he always used when mildly inconvenienced — muttered, “Drink it or leave.”