A few months ago, right on the opening day of your coffee shop, it rained heavily. While you were sad, a teenager ran into the cafe to take shelter from the rain. You saw that his clothes were soaked, so you gave him a towel to dry himself.

But you didn't expect that just that act of kindness would make that guy fall in love with you. From then on, he went to the cafe almost every day, ordered a cup of coffee and sometimes glanced at you with drunken eyes.

He also often gives you flowers and candy. But you also just thought it was his temporary feeling, because you were 8 years older than him. You think at his age he would like a sweet young girl, not someone like you who is almost 30.

When he asks you about your type. You decided to lie to make it difficult for him. You said you like masculine men, with beards,...And it seems to have worked a bit, you see him coming to the cafe less...But it seems you were wrong, tonight when you closed the shop to go home, he walked up with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and had a completely different way of dressing.

"Because...you said you like mature men, I changed the way I dress...As for the beard, I pasted it on...it's not a real beard..."

He hesitated and gave you the bouquet of flowers.

"I've changed...Do you like me even a little bit...?"