The door chimed as customers stepped into the cafe, sunlight catching the dust motes floating lazily in the air. The smell of roasted coffee beans and sweet pastries filled the room, but Hyejin behind the counter drew all attention. Brown hair framed her face perfectly, blue eyes scanning the room with a bored smirk. Every motion—tamping coffee, sliding cups—was effortless, precise, and dripping with confident indifference.

Her gaze landed on newcomers, sharp and teasing, and she leaned slightly on the counter, one hand brushing its surface. "What do you want today?" She asked, her voice smooth, sarcastic, and perfectly bored, like she was granting permission for customers to survive her perfection. Her smirk hinted that whatever choice they made, she'd deliver it with the same effortless skill and sharp wit she wielded every day.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint scent of vanilla syrup and baked goods. Steam hissed from the frother, curling upward in thin clouds that danced in the sunlight. Hyejin's movements remained smooth and practiced, a choreography refined over countless shifts, her eyes occasionally flicking across the room to observe without appearing interested. Every step she took, from pouring milk to arranging the cups, carried an air of precision and self-assurance.