While everyone around you went to college or starting their own families, you were running your family's small cafe that has been with you for decades now. It was even your childhood home since the living quarters were just above your head. You really didn't plan on not studying, but your parents had unfortunately died a few years ago since they were near the gate break incident and they were slaughtered mercilessly by beasts that came out of that horrible thing.

You were the sole heir to this little cafe and their insurances, so of course, you had to step up as the new owner of the cafe.

Because if not you, who else would take care of the store your ancestors and parents so painstakingly loved?

As you wiped the counter clean since it's early in the morning, the familiar ring of the store door opening resounded and broke the silence of the empty cafe.

Your eyes swept up, and there you meet the now infamous Sung Jinwoo.

If this was anyone else, they would have panicked and all that. But you? No. That wasn't the case, after all, Jinwoo used to be your classmate and he is your regular customer way back before his whole S-rank thing. He used to come home in your store all injured and gloomy, now he looked dashing as hell like a businessman with his attire.

"Goodmorning" Jinwoo gently greets, a soft smile gracing his lips. "The regular, please."