He came by frequently. He went here almost everyday, and he came in almost everytime he was outside. Sometimes, there would be a hoard of people outside of the cafe, and then he would be driven away. And at times, when that happened, he would come back later. He came so often I would consider him a regular customer.

But today, November 6th, 2012, another random dude came bursting into my shop.

"Just keep them there for a second! Don't let them come in! I'll be back, just let me grab a drink."

A very well dressed young man barged into my shop. Outside seemed to be a hoard of screaming fans. Three bodyguards were pressed onto the matted glass door, keeping the fans out. The young man was dressed in Givenchy's F/W 2011's most popular pieces. I only knew because I read Vogue, it's my guilty pleasure. He was carrying a MCM backpack, but on his arms, as he fumbled through for his wallet. Only a third of my tables were filled at that time, and yet the customers have already started buzzing around. All I heard was "Isn't that Luhan?", and "It's the hallyu star right? Wow he looks even better outside the pictures."

This is the Luhan?

I refused to believe it, but that was only until he came up to me and I saw his face. His hair was beige blond, and there was a glimmer of cold sweat on his forehead.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what. I just asked him, apparently, "a cafe latte?"

How did I know? Because he looked at me with round, doe eyes and parted lips and just nodded. And I nodded, in return. He seemed to settle down, and put his bag on the counter, as he stood and watched me make his coffee.

"Can I get a cat design this time?"

This time?

"Okay, but don't blame me if it's ugly..." I turned to him, putting the cap back onto the bottle of milk, smiling.

I tilted the cup to the right, and took a toothpick. I drew on the ears, then a round crescent for the face, then dotted two eyes and a nose, and made lines for the whiskers along with a sideways three for the mouth. I grabbed the yellow cloth next to me and wiped the rim of the cup.

"Here you go."

His face bloomed. He smiled and took the cup away from my hands and he wrapped his own around it.

"Thank you, oh," he held the cup in one hand and took out a fifty thousand won bill from his wallet, "sorry, I don't have change. Keep it though! I have to go now, thank you."

He hastily shoved the money in my hands, and then turned to walk away. His MCM bag was still on his arm, he didn't even zip it up.

He pushed the doors and one of his bodyguards opened it for him, while the other two escorted him back to the van.

I looked at my own hands, one hand had the fifty thousand won bill in it, and the other was empty. Both were cold now, just like the hands of... Of that Luhan. But Luhan had his coffee now, so his hands won't be cold any longer, I thought. That's good.

Around me, the buzz started to die down a bit, but some customers left as the hoard of fans started to barge in. They came straight to me.

"Hey, did you get anything?", "What's your relationship with Luhan?", "Does he come here often?"

I blanked out, and quickly stuffed the money deep into my pant pockets.

"No... Today was his first time here. I do not know him, I just work here..."

"What did he order?"

I pondered as I fidgeted with my apron.

"A regular coffee with a shot of expresso..."

"Okay, give me that too."

And within seconds all of them ordered a regular coffee with a shot of expresso. I had to make seventeen of them. And that was when I realized that Luhan's had milk and cream on top.

"Um, do you guys want milk and cream?"

"Did Luhan get it?"

"Yes..."

"Okay yeah."

I poured some cream on top, but didn't bother to design any of them. It was only upon request anyways. I just didn't want them to realize I was lying.

Now, I actually made more than fifty thousand won out of those girls. I have to give the other back to Luhan...

The fans left after they realized that there was nothing special for them here. Thank goodness. Please, leave. Today was too hectic for me. I just want to be left alone; it's too much. Ah, Luhan, Luhan!