“Uh… café latte.”

“Sure.”

“Full roast. The works. I need caffeine.”

“Yeah.” Ren fumbled about a little before ducking down to where Woozi was fixing the plumbing under the sink. “Woozi, which bean do I use?”

“Brazilian,” the barista answered automatically. “Hey, do me a favor? Switch on the tap?”

Ren switched it on and switched it off immediately: Woozi pulled himself out from under the sink, reaching for a tea-towel to wipe the water off his face. “ing hate it when the sink drain does this. I’m gonna need some filler. Is Lizzy in?”

“She went out with Soonyoung.”

“Okay.” Woozi pulled away the tea-towel and instantly went pink. “Oh, God.”

Seungcheol stood there, hair mussed awkwardly with a bit of stubble coming through. He looked dead-tired, but he straightened when he saw the barista.

A moment of silence passed.

“…hey.”

“Hey,” Woozi answered, throwing the towel in the back room.

Seungcheol managed a smile. “Sorry, I look like crap.”

“I don’t mind. I didn’t sleep much, either.” He smiled, hands folding over Ren’s. “It’s okay, Ren. I’ll take it from here.”

Ren looked at the barista once, then up and Seungcheol before curling his arms around Jihoon’s waist. “Okay baby,” he grinned, pecking the omega on the cheek. “If you say so.”

The two of them stared as Ren moved along into the back room: when Jihoon looked back, Seungcheol was frowning. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were-”

“I’m not.” Woozi’s face was dark. “The little keeps flirting with me every time another alpha walks into the room. Or he tries to flirt with the alpha. Don’t pay him any mind.”

Seungcheol’s frown never left his face. “Do you like it?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then should tell him to bugger off.”

“I can’t do that.”

“As a business manager, it is my professional opinion that such matters-”

“Frothed or steamed?”

“…steamed.” Seungcheol sighed. “You won’t let me help you?”

“Don’t worry about it. Ren’s harmless. To go?”

“Please.”

Once the money was in the till, Seungcheol leaned in naturally to plant a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, alright?”

“Text me.”

“I don’t have your number?”

Woozi grinned. “Don’t you?”

There, on the back of the coffee cup, was a string of digits. Seungcheol smiled as he exited the coffee shop.

“So…”

“So?”

“You haven’t noticed?”

“Noticed what?”

“…Hyung’s been a little… distracted?”

“Nope.”

“And he gets coffee a lot.”

“Can’t blame him.”

“Humming a lot recently, too.”

Minghao threw down his gloves and sighed. “You want to make a point here, mister?”

Vernon blushed a bit. “He didn’t shave.”

“Point, still, you, not, making!”

“He got laid!”

“Who got laid?”

Both men straightened up instantly at the new voice: Vernon went bright red whereas Minghao simply got busy with tying bouquets.

“Uh… my teacher at school.”

Seungcheol made a motion with one eyebrow, slapping his little brother over the back of the head as he walked past. “You’re a liar, Vernon. You wanna gossip about me, don’t do it in my own florists’, please.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“And for your information, I don’t on a first date.”

“So there was a date?!”

Both Vernon and Minghao stopped working to stare at their employer.

Seungcheol just kept walking, ears burning red. “Yup.”

Vernon switched off the hose to trail after his big brother. “When?”

“Last night.”

“With who?”

“A barista.”

“Was she cute?”

“He was nice, yes.”

“An alpha, or an omega?” Minghao’s face popped up just above Vernon’s, both peering into Seungcheol’s office.

“Omega.” Seungcheol put on his reading glasses and glared over the rims at his employees. “Any other questions?”

“About a hundred,” Vernon grinned.

“Fine.” The manager got up again and stood at the counter, helping Minghao with the bouquets. “You guys ask, I’ll answer. You’re lucky I’m so attached to you two. Keep working.”

“What’s his name?”

“Woozi.”