Himchan went there for the coffee. Honestly. That is why he walked twenty minutes there and back in his lunch break, and went out of his way each morning and evening before and after work. It was because of the coffee, not because of the barista behind the counter. And because he went there for the coffee, and not the boy that made it, Himchan did not feel slightly down on his visits when the barista was not there. No, the only reason he was more grumpy than usual on those days was because the other workers could never make his drink to the same standard, the same –and only reason he’d insist- he’d never go into any other coffee shop.