3 o'clock.

The sound of the bell chimed like an alarm.

His trademark white jacket.

That dazzling smile.

And eyes that could see straight past, through her.

She should have known better to not wear her nametag that day.

But how can she expect? It's in the worker's dress code here.

"One Iced Caffè Latte." he ordered. She nodded, taking out her pen and notepad. "Name?"

He was silent at the moment, she didn't notice how his eyes flicker in a subtle moment.

pain

"Ah, uhm, well. Ca..."

"Ca?"

He nodded.

What did he expect?

A small smile etched on his lips as his eyes glance at the words engraved on her nametag.

It is her

"Say, Ms. Air. How about a one measly date with me?"

at that moment, Air was sure regretting why she wished to ever wakeup for today the night before.