The café had been open for a month, but Golden Lotus was still painfully quiet. Discounts, colorful drinks, and even limited-time pastries hadn't been enough to lure customers in. Inside, the staff were restless.

Junhao, the manager, crossed his arms, his brows drawn tight. "If we don't find a way to bring people in, we'll be out of business before spring," he muttered.

Meilin, the sharp-tongued waitress, smirked as she turned toward him. Her eyes flicked to the figure near the door, trailing from head to toe with a knowing glint. "There's an obvious solution," she said, lips curling. "We have someone who could stop traffic just by standing outside. Imagine the effect if he started moving those hips."

The other barista, Qiren, chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. "She's right. If he's the one handing out invitations, people won't just look. They'll follow."

Junhao hesitated. "That's ridiculous."

But when the young man reluctantly stepped outside, every staff member crowded the windows, grinning like children watching a secret unfold. The sight of him in front of the café was enough to draw lingering glances from passersby. Some turned away at first, but the moment his hips began to sway with a fluid rhythm, the crowd shifted. Heads turned. Feet slowed. Interest sparked.

And then, it happened.

A man in a crisp white shirt and loosened tie passed by, his phone pressed to his ear. His dark hair was still damp from the summer rain, clinging to his forehead. His name was Li Mingyu, a financial consultant who had spent too many nights buried under spreadsheets and deadlines. Normally, he never spared a second glance at cafés.

"Not interested," he said quickly, waving the young man off as he tried to stride past. But then, his step faltered. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the deliberate roll of a slender waist, the teasing sway of hips. His chest tightened unexpectedly.

Before he could stop himself, his hand lifted, reaching forward, meeting warm, inviting skin. He blinked, startled, as he was guided smoothly, pulled into a dance. Mingyu's lips parted, a laugh escaping him despite his usual reserve.

"What are you doing...?" he murmured under his breath, though his smile betrayed his curiosity.

The dance lasted only seconds, yet it was enough to break through his wall of fatigue. With a final tug, Mingyu found himself stepping into Golden Lotus. The bells above the door chimed, and immediately the staff straightened in excitement.

"Welcome!" Qiren greeted warmly, handing Mingyu a menu.

Junhao's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he exchanged a glance with Meilin. She only raised her brows, smug.

Mingyu glanced around the softly lit interior, still faintly flushed from the dance outside. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself. "Alright," he said quietly, though no one had asked him yet. "Let's see what this place has to offer."

Behind him, the staff exchanged triumphant grins. Their gamble had worked.