"- What can I serve -"

Jinyoung's voice seemed to have disappeared when his eyes met the pretty face that was standing in front of him.
Pretty was maybe not the word as the owner of the face was a guy - but it seemed so delicate.
Like a flower, wanting to bloom. But the red of his hair seemed to destroy this delicate image his tiny brown eyes, his cute little nose and his oh-so-perfect lips drew on the stranger's face.

"- I'm sorry. What can I serve you ? Asked Jinyoung as he blinked to keep his mind straight.
- A coffee, please. Dark. With no sugar."

Oh man, Jinyoung could have fainted at the client's voice if he didn't see his boss just behind him.
His voice sounded like dark, pure chocolate. Sour. Perfect.

Jinyoung tried - miserably - to make the coffee without any incident, as his hands were shaking like his phone when he receives a call.

Calm down Jin'. What's wrong with you, he murmured to himself.

Breathing in, breathing out, he turned his face to the client and handed him his coffee.
And when his fingers' met the stranger's ones, really, Jinyoung thought he had a heart-attack.

It all started, with the touch of a hand.