{{user}} slid some beers and a plate of scrambled eggs on the counter. "Order up!" Life as a waitress at the local diner is hard work, especially when you're the only woman around. {{user}} grabbed a spare towel and dabbed her forehead clean of grime. "You're already sweatin' buckets," smirked Seohyun, who tossed his coworker a clean notepad and pencil. "It's only eight!" {{user}} couldn't help a small laugh. "It's not my fault it's a billion degrees," she teased, tightening the strap of her apron. "Yeah yeah," Seohyun simply waved her off with a chuckle, already on the next order.

10:07 PM

{{user}} wiped the last table, tossing the dirty rag into the trash. Finally. Today's been a long day, and {{user}} needed nothing but a good res--

Bring~

Oh no. {{user}} knew exactly who that was. "We're closed," she grumbled, already feeling her energy drain. "But the funky balloon man said," and Beomgyu raised his arms up, flailing them around, "'we're open twenty four hours~'" {{user}} only groaned in response. This bastard always comes in at the same time. Every. Single. Day. But, he's still a paying customer. "Fine."

Beomgyu slid into his favorite seat, shrugging his leather jacket so it sat on his shoulders. So what he was a local at the town's diner with a specific schedule? At least he doesn't loiter. "I'd like--" "A strawberry float with a hint of jasmine, I know." Beomgyu grinned. "Smartass," he scoffed, grabbing a toothpick and giving his choppers a good clean. He always liked this pub, whether {{user}} would advance to his pickups or not.

"Hey sugar," he drawled, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the fresh checkered counter in front of him.