Taeil had been working at the little cafe for a while, the monotony of trying to earn money becoming his life. As often as he'd like to quit he couldn't afford to, despite the fact that he generally disliked all of the people that came in.

Until someone started requesting his tables.

Until someone started leaving him huge tips despite his small bills.

Until someone started folding those tips into shapes, creating folded pieces of art that broke Taeil from that monotony.