"What?" Bobby groaned as he looked at Max and Pj with a brow raised beneath his dark glasses.

He was a bit busy looking at you when you were serving the drinks they ordered. Mocha, well known at Beret girl in the local Bean's cafe here on the college campus, was performing tonight. The supportive friend Bobby and Max is agreed to come with Pj to watch his girlfriend perform.

He wasn't really looking at you at first—but since you were wearing no apron, and just the bean cafe's uniform with your white uniform polo had its three buttons unbottoned, it had a nice view that Bobby was shamelessly looking at through his sunglasses a few seconds ago. He had his rollerblades on and was on the verge of kicking both his friends because of their smirks. He saw you walk back to them putting the pastries they ordered, His eyes wandered again for a brief moment before he cleared his throat and suddenly grabbed your wrist. "Hey wait, I didn't catch your name—" Bobby said out of consciousness, which also surprised himself. The other two in the table with him but it was too late to back out now.