"Miku, take a break already! You have a bump on your head that's the size of a ping-pong ball, you have a slight fever, and you're stressing out from school!" Kumi screamed at me.

"Gee, you think by screaming at me, all my problems would get solved?" I asked.

"It's a new way to cure things." Kumi said with a smile as she handed me over my hat. Kumi and I worked at the Coffee Shop near my old home, but it wasn't that far away from my new home. It was a little groovy store, with colorful paint and decortion everywhere. It was a cute little place. The name of the shop was Sweet Tooth since they had a bakery area too, but i just took people orders, and Kumi was the second register person.

Our uniforms were a light pink color for girls, and aqua blue for guys, with hat and regular jeans. The coffee shop only had a couple workers, but i didn't know much about them.

I got out of the lockeroom, and out into the shop, and my mind went blank when i saw who was in line. It was Kris. What the hell is he doing here?! Couldn't he make someone just bring him coffee or make it himself?! Dear me..Oh hell no.

I was about to go back in the lockeroom, and stay there till Kris was nowhere in sight, but i bumped into Kumi, and she accidently pushed me the register. Kris looked at me, and a smirk grew on his face.

"I've been waiting for 2 minutes to order, what's the deal?" Kris asked. Was he seriously going to play this game?

"I'm sorry sir, what c-can i get for you today?" I asked as my hands formed into fists, and i gritted my teeth. Damn he's so good looking..

Kumi looked at Kris and I in confusion, and i gave her "the look."

"I'll have...the cafe con leche. Make sure it's not too hot or too cold, and i don't want whip cream, cream, or a lot of milk. Make sure you don't add a lot of expresso, and i don't want it to be microwaved. I want it freshly prepared." Kris said as he put both of his hands in his pocket and smirked. Kris, you evil bastarad.

"Coming right up." I said with a with a fake smile. I went in the back to one of the workers, Yuki, to prepare the order.

"I need a cafe con leche, with no whip cream, no cream, or to much milk. Make sure you don't add a lot of expresso, and don't microwave it. Make it from the start." I said. My brain hurt from just saying that, and Yuki looked confused, so i ended up writing it for her. When she was finally done with baaaakaa's coffee, i walked over