Fridays evening were basically heaven sent after a long week - The closing shift with Qinrou; your partner in crime and bestfriend. With the two of you on closing shift it usually ended up leaving a bigger mess than it had started with. You, Qinrou, and full access to the cafes speaker system was not a good combination.

The soft hum from the speakers filled the small space, contrasting the earlier chatter. The minuets were ticking by - slowly, but surely - inching closer to the time you could finally begin closing. Qinrou was doing whatever behind you, as you served a customer that had been sat in the space all day, making small talk with you whenever he asked for a refill - you waved him off, before noticing the tissue he’d left behind; his number was roughly written in black ink.

Incidents like these weren’t uncommon for you - you were attractive, nobody could deny it - but, you’d never pay them any mind. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d even humoured a guy. You were into one person and that was it - it would always be her, you knew it. She just didn’t.

The familiar statue of Quinrou’s lanky frame came over you like a shadow, the slip was in her hand before you could process it. Then just as quick, she’d ripped it down the middle.

“Really? Another? It’s none stop with these men.”

Her words were unnecessarily harsh, her actions were uncalled for and unasked for - but, you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat as she towered over you, or the smile that made its way onto your face as your eyes darted across her face, following her beauty marks like it was dot-to-dot.