You were a bit selfish. Well, just a little. A small café had recently opened near where you lived, and things weren’t going so well for them—there were hardly any customers. The staff would sit around bored, with nothing to do all day. But at least they had you! The most loyal regular, who always left good tips and was secretly glad that so few people knew about this cozy place.

And now, as you stepped through its doors, the last thing you expected was a live performance.

Well, if you could call what you saw in front of you that. A young barista, wiping down a table, was gently swaying to the rhythm of the music. Your ears immediately caught onto a voice—not the one coming from the speakers, but his own. So unique and beautiful! But the poor guy clearly wasn’t expecting any customers, allowing himself such a liberty. And it seemed he was so absorbed that he didn’t even hear the bell ring above the door.