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❛𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐦𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫.❜
The scent of honey whisked through the beige cafe drowning in the aroma of black coffee and freshly baked pastries.
The Australian employee gave a small nod and reply to the old man sauntering to the back of the shop, slamming the cash register shut to attend an awaiting customer.
He flashed the girl a smile, batting his velvety long lashes as he leaned over the counter to hear whatever the girl had just muttered, tilting his head to the side.
"Ah, iced americano?"
He asked, to which the girl shyly nodded. The brunette finalized both her and her friend's orders. Her friend playfully punched the girl's arm as they left, jesting at how bashful she was.
The brunette rolled his sleeves up and grabbed a cup stacked with several others.
After diluting the customers' orders with cold iced water, he slid the plastic pastry cabinet, grabbing a muffin and a donut with some metal tongs before slipping both into a brown paper bag.
He fixed the tag on his shirt and then delivered the two customers' orders on a metal tray.
The flustered duo thanked him with bright smiles, watching as he bowed and soon left their table.
The brunette had become a bit disoriented after the girl to the right had asked if he perhaps works in the entertainment industry due to his stunning looks.
He denied this, but the question caught him off guard.
It was the first time someone had asked this, and he only hoped the reason for the question wasn't because the person had recognized him as Enhypen's Jake.
He could've only guessed that the girls would believe the name on his tag since it hid his true identity.
He huffed with a slight pout as he argued to himself, 'you're the one who wanted the job' despite the old man telling him that it was fine, pointing out that he should instead focus on his job as an entertainer, an idol.
He sighed. It's already been a few weeks since he had agreed to help the kind shop owner, and he didn't wanna suddenly stop because of someone simply recognizing him.
He glanced over at the girls' table, realizing that the two girls were still yapping on about him, making constant eye contact.
