"So, I said that Google translate is great, not completely accurate, but I can still translate words, right?" Kim Jongdae, his employee of now a year, said, leaning against the counter as Kim Junmyeon - the owner of the coffee shop they were currently in - placed the little pumpkin on the counter along with a few bigger ones. 

It was Halloween time, Jongdae’s favourite time of the year as he got to dress up and party, which was confusing since he did that all the time even when it wasn’t Halloween. Junmyeon decorated as always to get the usually plain, simplistic coffee shop into the mood, putting some fake pumpkins and spiderwebs around the shop and switching the menu up a little, changing some names and adding some Halloween specials. This had been Luhan’s idea, who apparently didn’t just have a talent in putting dates together and accounting, but also Halloween decorating.

"And he was like, no, Google translate is bad, if you need help, ask me." Junmyeon wasn’t really paying attention. He was paying more attention to the position of the three tiny pumpkins in front of him, wondering about which one was going to be in the middle; the smallest one or the biggest one.

"Which is stupid, since it takes three years for him to help us all, we’re like forty people after all, and he doesn’t even know what he’s doing. He’s worse than my last English professor-. Hey." A poke to his ribs brought him out of his thoughts about the pumpkins. 

"What is it?"

"You weren’t paying attention." Jongdae crossed his arms over his chest. "Here I was, thinking you were the only one willing to listen to my rants, but I guess I was wrong." Junmyeon just laughed, patting him on the shoulder before going back to his pumpkins. 

"So then I said-." Jongdae paused as he heard the bell, signalising that a customer was entering, and stepped away from the counter, disappearing into the back with a grin covering his lips. What was that about?

Junmyeon quickly found that out as he turned his head to look, placing the pumpkin he was holding back down, deciding they were fine as they were. It wasn’t who he thought it might be, and kind of hoped it would be. 

It was Luhan, the one he had hoped it was’ accountant. He was dressed up in a suit, as him and the two others always were, and it was probably just as expensive as Yifan’s. 

It was kind of strange that he was at the coffee shop though. He was never there, never ordered anything, never stopped by, had barely set his foot in the building except that one time a little while ago, but he was just there to get Yifan who was apparently late to something. 

"Hi. What can I get you?" Junmyeon asked, resting his elbows on the counter. "Hello." Luhan flashed him a smile, tilting his head as he looked at the menu. Junmyeon took a step to the side in case he was in the way. "The regular."

"The regular?" Junmyeon said, a little confused. Luhan hadn’t even been here before, so he didn’t have anything regular. "Yeah. The LaVa or whatever it’s called," the accountant replied. "It’s for Yifan."

Strange. It was usually Zitao who came by to get Yifan’s order, if it wasn’t himself who stopped by that is. 

"Oh, alright." Junmyeon picked up a cup and a pen, ready to write Yifan’s name down, maybe even draw a flower or a heart, but Luhan stopped him. "I want a letter on it."

A letter?

"A letter? I’m sorry?" Junmyeon said, looking up at him. "D," Luhan said, not even answering Junmyeon’s questions. "And could you make it quick please, I have things to do for the next month, prepare the next month’s budget and so on, which would be easier if Yifan would stop buying expensive pens and coffees every morning."

"Yeah, of course. I’ll be back in a second."

Junmyeon returned a few minutes or so later with the latte in his hand. "Here you go. Good luck with the budget." Luhan smiled, taking the latte. "Thanks, I’ll need it. Who knows what he’ll buy next? Handkerchiefs?" 

The accountant left, after deciding to order a blueberry yoghurt cookie as well because they looked too good to not get one, and Junmyeon looked down to see a yellow post it note right in front of him on the counter. He opened his mouth to say something in case Luhan needed it, but stopped as he noticed what it said.

It was an address.

"20:00, 31. October. Dress up and bring your trio."

Thirty first of October? Wasn’t that Halloween?