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Jisun arrived the cafe, RomantiCafe, in town. It's known for its name, a place for couples to come once every week for a moment of relaxation.
Though, sometimes, they would always be just girls who want to meet up with Jisun, he supposed.
He walked up to the group of three girls settling down at an empty table by the big glass windows, smiling, and politely asked. "How may I help you?"

The eyes of all girls shimmered with sparkles within one second then fluttered. "I..want a Latte, please."
"..Coffee..with a Croissant, please."
"You..no I mean! A mocha, please!"
"Ahaha...Okei." He chuckled at that one girl, she flushed as he left, hearing whispers behind his back. What could they be talking...

Soon after, he delivered the orders to the girls, then went to another table of new comers to take orders. That was his routine, but it wasn't bad. It's quite a decent job with good pay, especially when people tip him a lot. I guess that's when good-looks come in handy, pfft.

He got a ten dollars tip from those girls, he smiled and counted the tip money he got for the day. Totally up almost to a hundred, yet today wasn't busy at all. Scored!
On the way of rushing home, he saw the same group of girls walking out of the shop next by. That was that and that was all, as he waited by the pole, like everyone else, for a green light permitting walkers to cross to the other side of the street. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and it was the girls.

"Aahn..yes?" ..Are they regretting tipping me ten bucks..?
"Hey! Just want to know if..we could hang out sometimes?"
"Uhhn...sure.."
"Great!" They looked happy, almost leaps on top of cars, then snuggled in a piece of paper into his pocket and left, waving.

He fidgeted out the piece of paper that contained their names and phone numbers. Girls are pretty bold nowadays...I was pretty much cornered to this pole. Owh! Green light.
The paper crumbled in his pocket once again. The crowd dashed forward, he followed with calming footsteps in hurry, yet not.
It was already 8PM; he wanted to be home to feast on something.
Hunger kills.