Howon worked part time at a small yet, well known cafe owned by his friend Woohyun. Though Woohyun was a womaniser, and probably better suited to work the front counter he stuck Howon out there so he could continue with the baking. After a long night Howon was slouched over the bench, yawning loudly as no customers remained so there was no need to worry about his manners. Blinking the tears from his eyes he quickly stood as the tinkling of the doors bells echo throughout the room. A short figure walked though, looking as tired as Howon felt. His light brown caught the light, allowing to shine. A cute pout had settled on his full pink lips and his eyes drooping due to his fatigue.

“One black coffee please,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand not looking up from his feet, "Three sugars," Howon nodded and got on with the task of making the drink as the other took a seat at a table.