Sunday at 12 noon.
The time when guests start to slowly flock to .
Kim Yeo-ju went to work today as well, bright and cheerful.
“Good morning, boss!”
“It was just past 11 o’clock.”
“Yes, lunch, sir!”
Han Tae-san sighed as he wiped the coffee grinder.
“Be really careful today. On Sunday… some special people are coming.”
“What does special mean?”
“The so-called… customer god. The one who believes he is god.”
Kim Yeo-ju laughed a little.
“Hey~ No matter how much truth comes, I will try to capture your heart!”
Taesan didn't answer. He just... shook his head slightly.
And at 12:43 PM.
The prophecy came true.
“Is this… coffee?”
Kim Yeo-ju brought coffee to her seat and was attacked within 3 seconds.
The customer is a woman who appears to be in her early 40s.
She had a Chanel bag, dark lipstick, and an expression on her face that said, ‘I only drink franchises.’
“Yes, it’s Americano, and the coffee beans are—”
“I wrote it?”
"…yes?"
"It's too bitter. This isn't coffee, it's burnt coffee."
The heroine stopped trying to recall the three words, ‘I’m sorry,’ from her mind.
I remembered what Taesan had said.
"Don't just say 'Yes, I'm sorry.' If you can't explain why, it's just a matter of accepting the punishment."
“…Do you prefer something with more acidity?”
The customer shakes his head.
"I don't know about that. It just doesn't taste good. I can't drink this. Give me something else."
…just as the heroine’s CPU was about to become overloaded,
Taesan approached quietly.
"customer."
That low, calm voice. The heroine suddenly felt relieved.
“I’m sorry the coffee didn’t suit your taste. I apologize for the inconvenience.”
"That's right. The part-timer there couldn't say anything either. You don't have any experience yet, do you?"
“Yes. It’s only been a few days since I started working part-time.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
Taesan paused for a moment and spoke.
“…I decided it was okay.”
“But in front of guests—”
“I’ll pour it down again now. This time, it’s a low-acid blend.
Please try it and decide for yourself.”
Yeoju looked at Taesan, who had returned behind the bar, and applauded inwardly.
‘Wow… that tone. They don’t fight, but they definitely win.
Boss… I thought you were just scary, but you’re kind of cool… ?’
Taesan took out a cup with a blank expression and said.
“Customer service becomes tiring if you rely on emotions.”
“I thought it was cool just now, but when you say that, it’s a bit weird.”
"why?"
“It’s okay to not know what’s cool sometimes.”
“I don’t always think I’m cool.”
“…Oh, what are you talking about, really…”
—
The female protagonist who brought new coffee.
The customer took a sip and nodded.
“Well, this is pretty good.”
“…Thank goodness. The weather is nice today, so I brewed it a little lighter.”
“Oh my, you explain things well. What was that thing you wrote before?”
“That’s… I guess I’m a little undercooked. Both the coffee and I.”
The customer chuckled.
“Yeah, I’m trying.”
—
Around the deadline that day.
The heroine asked while clearing the table.
“Boss, did I do a good job today?”
“Well, I didn’t spill the coffee, and I didn’t cry.”
“Why are the standards like this, really?”
“…You spoke well.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. That sentence.
‘I guess both the coffee and I are under-ripe.’
“It was okay.”
The heroine smiled proudly.
“Isn’t that originally a joke?”
“…Enough with the wordplay.”
“But I… today was my first time actually ‘serving customers.’
Wow… God? It’s just the truth.”
“God is scary, and the truth is scary… but what’s scarier is sales.”
“Hmm. That’s right. It’s more bitter than coffee.”
Taesan laughed quietly. Really, very little.
The heroine didn't miss that smile.
“Did you just laugh?”
“I didn’t laugh.”
“I laughed! I saw it! Boss, you know how to laugh?”
“You saw it wrong.”
“I have to record moments like this too.”
The heroine turned on the phone's notepad.
[Date of Witnessing the Boss's Laughter: October 15th]
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