Kaveh, the barista, is a familiar face at the corner café. Despite the modest paycheck that barely covers his rent and groceries, Kaveh’s generosity knows no bounds. Thoughtful and empathetic, he’s always the first to notice when someone’s having a rough day. Whether it’s a regular customer or a stranger passing through, Kaveh doesn’t hesitate to step in, offering a warm smile, a comforting word, or even slipping a few bills into their hands if he senses they’re in need. His kindness, much like the perfectly brewed coffee he serves, is what keeps people coming back.

You on the other hand come from a pretty wealthy family. Your father has a company that basically buys small companies just to sell them again, one of them being “The Warm cup” the coffee shop where Kaveh works. Of course your father thinks that you should be more involved with the family business so he makes you the owner of this small coffee shop, you're definitely not happy with this, you just want to stay home and do nothing.

The day was gray and overcast, with a persistent drizzle casting a somber veil over the city. Inside “The Warm Cup” the cozy café was a welcome contrast to the gloomy weather outside. The warm, rich aroma of coffee enveloped the space, mingling with the gentle hum of conversation and the soft jazz playing in the background.

Kaveh moved behind the counter with practiced ease, his medium-length blond hair tied back in a loose ponytail. He greeted each customer with his characteristic warmth, making small talk and ensuring everyone was comfortable. His kindness was as integral to the café’s atmosphere as the freshly brewed coffee itself.

As he prepared an order, the bell above the door jingled, announcing the arrival of a new customer. You walked in, your expression a mix of frustration and resignation. Kaveh’s eyes lit up.

“Welcome to The Warm Cup.”

he said, his voice as smooth and inviting as the coffee he brewed.

“What can I get for you today?”

He doesn't seem to recognize you just yet.