3 o'clock ➵Coffee Shop AU ✔

➵two.

Air is cleaning up the coffee table with a rag. Sometimes she wonder how much of a klutz their customers can be? Every single droplet of coffee is precious, made with love and effort by the workers here. They should be more careful for every holy cup they take.

Though, its not like she care that much if the coffee spilled, she's not like her co-worker, to be precise the bubbly Angin, who will run from the pantry to the dining hall just to catch the coffee before it spilled to the ground. Talk about someone who can whishied like a wind.

tick.

3 o'clock.

"Hello, Ice Queen."

She stood up straight from wiping the table, gazing up to the owner of the trademark white jacket. To be honest, its the first time for them to stand face to face, without the counter in between them. She feels awkward with the absence of the counter, proceed to fiddle with the rag cloth instead.

"Ah, thank you for cleaning my usual spot~  by the way how are you?" he speak casually, taking a seat at one of the chair and sipping his usual dark Americano. How much money this dude invest for caffeine? Or is he like Angin too, worshipping this dark substances? Well at least, he is not as high as her co-worker.

"Good." Air reply shortly, turning her heels and ready to walk away when she noticed her name written on his cup, 'Air'.

"Who gave you the right to use my name on your cup?" Air ask, trying to keep her voice monotonous instead to express her amusement. He shrugs, raising his eyebrows as he sip his coffee. "No one. Plus, its not you're the only one that can have this name out of the population in the world." he smirk at his own remark. Air rolled her eyes.

"Can't you just write your own name?"

"I don't have a name."

Air raise an eyebrow before give a 'you're joking' look. He chuckles, leaning his back and looking up at her. "How about you give me one? Maybe a name that suits together with 'Air'?"

Air stares at his face. Pretty deep brown eyes and long eyelashes. His nose weren't like the actors' pointed ones but rather rounder. He is more baby face than usual man chiselled face shape. Handsome yet cute.

"I hope you thought of a name while staring at my glorious face." he mused as Air quickly gaze away, mentally face palming for staring a stranger. On top of that, a customer.

"Sorry. Enjoy your coffee." she mumbles, quickly walking away and continue her duty. That dude stall more than enough time chatting with her. She's dead if her manager take it the wrong way.

He turn back to his coffee, sipping the hot dark substance as he cup his face with his other hand. He can feel his cheeks warming, not so sure if its because of his blood nerves or the coffee is just too hot.

"...I forgot to ask her out."