You and the rest of the café jumped as the door crashed open and a student burst in. He looked around at the counter before looking you straight in the eye. “I have a plan,” he said brightly before walking up to the cash register where you were.

“I hope it didn’t involve scaring our customers,” the café owner mused at his most frequent regular. You looked at your boss who was at the coffee machine before whispering, “What is it, Taehyung? Don’t you have class?” Thankfully, lunch rush had passed, and students were just studying in the café.

“I think your lunch boxes can do much better,” he answered. Your smile faltered a little and his face turned into a frown. “I- I didn’t mean it that way,” he quickly disclaimed, “I just think that you’re not getting enough business for your delicious lunch boxes. I was thinking about it during my lecture and I’ve come up with a plan.”

He glanced at your boss who had retreated into the kitchen before jumping over the counter. “Taehyung,” you hissed, “You shouldn’t be back here.”

“It’s ok. When your boss hears my plan, he’ll be happy I came back here.”

Not wanting to get into trouble, you held his wrist and pulled him out from behind the counter to sit at an empty table. “What is it?”

“So I was thinking,” he said excitedly, “The café’s good and all but it can get too small to hold all the students. So why don’t you start a campus delivery service?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as yo