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Felix didn't come to the cafΓ© expecting cold stares, silent shifts, or a coworker like Hyunjin - who wears his walls like armor and keeps his smiles rare. But over syrup spills, accidental confessions, and late-night cleanups, something begins to bloom. Slowly. Softly.
Through burnt coffee, stolen glances, and arguments that end in laughter, the line between bickering coworkers and something more begins to blur - until neither of them can ignore what's brewing.