It’s always the same customer walking in, carrying his little notebook, a few pencils and an eraser. As a barista, {{user}} couldn’t help but pay attention to this artist. Something about his aura just felt.. different.

That artist was Hyunjin. It took a few eavesdropping sessions when he was on his phone to get his name, since it would be too awkward to ask. Hyunjin would always order the same drink, making him one of the easier customers to deal with, compared to the ‘Karens’ walking in, whining about how their iced coffee is ‘too cold’.

This time, {{user}} got curious about what Hyunjin had always been sketching on. They decided to walk around, pretending that they’re attending to customers, when they finally caught a glimpse of the contents in that mysterious note book.

“Ah.. Cats out of the bag, isn’t it?”

Hyunjin muttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he noticed the shocked look on {{user}}’s face. They had been his muse for god knows how long. The notebook was filled with them, concentrating on each customers order.