You placed the packed food and coffee on his table and was about to bolt off before the man's slim fingers pulled your wrist back. You turned around.

"Waeyo?" you asked him, avoiding eye contact.

"I didn't order these. Take them away." He almost boomed.

"You gave me a fifty note before. We don't take tips here. I gathered enough items to fit fifty dollars and gave it to you." you explained, faking a smile.

"A kind, thoughtful and beautiful woman. That's rare." he said as he stared into your eyes. You both made eye contact for a while and you took this time to examine his features. He had a long nose with a perfect jaw line. His lips puffed out the tiniest bit, which you thought were cute. Then your eyes trailed to his eyes. He had a chestnut colour. But it wasn't the colour that was mesmerising, it was something in his eyes, almost a sparkle. Before you could figure out what it was, he laughed and pulled away from the awkward gaze.

From that day, he spent at least 2 hours at the cafe, always ordering a double shot moccha.

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Every day you grew suspicious of why this man is here, and what does he want. Maybe he just loves the coffee I make, you drifted off in space thinking about his manly features, totally unaware of the knock on your door.

"Fiction in fiction.." your phone rang loudly and slapped you back into reality. You checked who called and saw it was Dujun. You answered.

"Yeobosaeyo?" you asked in a light voice.

"Open the door please." Dujun said.

That was when you realised he was knocking.

You quickly dashed to your door and released it. Dujun suddenly fell on you with his eyes closed. He was drunk and covered in bruises. What did he do now?