It's a chilly evening and Hyungwon is bored, extremely bored. Bored and tired. Tired enough that he started wiping the same spot on the counter since at least one hour ago. He just wants to go home after a rough day. It’s already pitch black outside and he knows nobody, absolutely nobody would come at this hour anyway, but he still has to stay until closing time. He sighs. Just as the bell jingles, Minhyuk, Hyungwon's coworker giggles.

“Hey, look, it’s hot hoodie guy again.”

The barista raises hid head quickly, curious. Indeed, it’s him. Minhyuk greets him as Hyungwon nods.

Minhyuk snickers. “Honestly what does he even do, coming here at 1a.m,” he whispers “He’s so hot though, I bet you he’s a trainee in a big company.”

Hyungwon frowns not even getting how his friend could jump to that conclusion. The customer clears his throat, making Hyungwon's friend flustered enough to cowardly betray him.

“Wow! It’s already my breaktime what a coincidence! My coworker here will take your order.”

He quickly runs away, embarrassed about the fact that the customer obviously heard him whispering. Hyungwon still forces a smile through the tiredness.

“Hello sir, how could I help you?”
“I’d like 6 Americanos and 1 strawberry milkshake. Please.”
“Yes sir. That would be 20$. Your name?”

He glances at him after saving his order and sees the hot hoodie guy looking at him weirdly, placing the bills on the counter.

“My name?”
“Yes sir? Your name. For the order. And for the cup. So your name will be on it. On the cup. And we will call you when it’s ready.”

The barista blinks stupidly, taking the money. This guy came before so he should know how a coffee shop works, right?

“I’m the only person in here.”

Hyungwon looks around and notices that, yeah, that man is in fact the only customer. He coughs, a bit embarrassed.

“It’s still a part of the- nevermind then.”

He already started making his order when he hears him.

“Wonho,” he calls out with a smile “My name is Wonho.”

Hyungwon snorts internally as he writes on the cup. Wonho. Ah. More like Wonhot.

*

“Here. 6 Americanos and 1 Strawberry milkshake for you, sir.”
Wonho smiles. “Thank you.”

He takes the cup on which Hyungwon wrote and snorts. He takes a sip and looks at the young barista.

“Didn't I told you my name was Wonho?”

He turns the cup around and holds it right in front of Hyungwon's eyes. He cusses himself mentally.

“I like Wonhot though. Maybe I’ll keep it.”

His laugh resonates through the empty shop as he leaves. Hyungwon bangs his head on the counter and his coworker passes his head through the open door of the storage room.

“Is he gone? I don’t think I can face him again.”

Hyungwon groans.