Son Chan-woo considers himself a lucky person.

    “Chanwoo. When you’re done there, can you come over here and help me grind the coffee beans?”

    “Yes!”

    The cafe was busy during lunch time with a flood of customers.

    In particular, the cafe where he works, ‘The Blue’, tends to be more crowded than cafes in the surrounding commercial districts.

    One of the reasons may be that it is tastier and cheaper than other places, but most of it is probably due to one person.

    “Sorry. There is a backlog of orders right now, so could you wait a little longer?”

    No matter how busy she is, this is a woman who never frowns and always smiles.

    Even in a cafe full of people, she stood out wearing a black apron.

    “Phone number? sorry. We do not provide personal contact information to guests.”

    Today is already the 5th time.

    Since I receive about 10 dashes a day on average, the pace is a bit fast.

    Han Chae-yeon, the manager of ‘The Blue’, who refused a customer who asked for her phone number as if she was familiar, came to the side of Son Chan-woo, who was making coffee.

    “Sorry, I’m a little busy, right? Let’s just skip this one and have lunch.”

    “Yes! Okay!”

    Suddenly, I was startled by a hand on my shoulder and my voice became louder.

    When I turned my head to the side, I saw Chaeyeon’s face right in front of me.

    Clean skin without any blemishes, long and cool limbs.

    It was like a drawing of an ideal female college student.

    Plus, she has a kind and gentle personality.

    No matter how busy you are, what if you are busy? Just looking at the store manager’s face makes all the fatigue go away.

    She always speaks kindly to him while ignoring other men’s comments.

    Isn’t this a green light in some way?

    “Ah, welcome. I’ll help you with your order.”

    “Two iced caramel macchiato glasses without shots, please.”

    “Okay, okay. You mean two strong espressos?”

    “At least I would like an Americano…”

    Son Chan-woo considers himself lucky in every way, but there is only one thing he is dissatisfied with.

    ‘Is it that guy again?’

    That man who naturally jokes around with the store manager.

    I don’t know if it was his mood, but the store manager’s smile looked brighter when dealing with him.

    “Chanwoo. I’d like two caramels quickly!”

    “Yes!”

    In the past, I was depressed because I thought it was my boyfriend.

    Unlike him who thought he was ordinary, the man was in the handsome category.

    Then one day, he directly asked that man, “Are you your boyfriend?” Looking at the reluctant expression on his face when he asked, I could tell that wasn’t the case.

    After all, they are biological siblings, right?

    i envy you. I can’t believe I can live under the same roof with such a wonderful sister.

    It must be a happy life that he couldn’t even imagine.

    ‘are you okay.’

    Well, we are family anyway.

    No matter how close you are, it is in the realm of friendship and cannot develop into the realm of romance.

    So, you still have a chance.

    Son Chan-woo, who was masturbating so hard, suddenly noticed a woman standing next to the man.

    She was such an incredible beauty that she could not be surpassed by the store manager, Han Chae-yeon.

    The two of them sticking close together didn’t seem like they were just acquaintances.

    “Fuck.”

    Before I knew it, my hands were straining while making coffee.

    Why is the world so unfair?

    A person with an older sister like that also has a girlfriend?

    “Chanwoo, are you okay?”

    “Yes, yes. Here are two cups of caramel!”

    I should just give it to them quickly and send it away.

    I can’t let it disturb the cafe where I’m alone with the pretty store manager.

    “ I ordered two cups of caramel macchiato… Come to think of it, Yoosung was in charge of shopping today, right?”

    “Ah. It did. But why? Is there anything you want to eat?”

    “No, you always do that. I couldn’t do it yesterday because it was too late, so I’ll do it today.”

    “Ah, okay, I understand what it means. I’ll have it ready.”

    What have you always done?

    What is it that you couldn’t do with that pretty store manager?

    Even though he thought it was no big deal, all of Son Chan-woo’s attention was focused on that.

    “If it’s okay with you, why don’t you help me out? Because I think I have a lot of baggage.”

    “…Yes. I understand.”

    Also with your girlfriend?

    What is a friendlier title than that? Are you close friends with the store manager?

    Was it because I was paying too much attention to the conversation?

    “Ah.”

    I unknowingly spilled the coffee I was making on the floor.

    “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

    Han Chae-yeon quickly grasped the situation and came running.

    “Yes, yes. It’s okay.”

    Usually, I was happy whenever I was worried about her like this, but today for some reason I just felt extremely depressed.

    **

    “You run a cafe.”

    “I do it half as a hobby. The entire 4-story commercial building over there is my mom’s.”

    Yuna was surprised.

    I knew that he was a person with a relatively comfortable financial situation, but I couldn’t believe it that he was the owner of a building.

    Even in the middle of Seoul, she knew roughly how many commercial buildings there were in the downtown area.

    At least billions of assets.

    I definitely thought that I wouldn’t have any trouble with money at that level.

    “Now that I think about it, what is that thing you always said before?”

    “Nothing special, just a welcome party. Every time a new person comes, we hold a home party to socialize. And since I’m in charge of grocery shopping today, I have to prepare as well.”

    Han Yoo-seong and Yoo Yeon-ah, holding a cup of coffee in each hand, were heading to a nearby supermarket.

    “Do you have a favorite food? Almost anything is possible except Chinese food.”

    “…Are you making it yourself?”

    “Usually my mom cooks breakfast, and I cook lunch and dinner. I guess it’s a bit unfair to ask someone who came from work to cook.”

    While pulling the supermarket cart, Han Yu-seong explained various things to Yeon-ah.

    I thought that cooking was at most a meal kit, but the food in the cart is quite authentic.

    “So, if you are thinking about getting a part-time job, ask your mom later. It seems like they are trying to hire a new part-time job because they are short on manpower these days.”

    “…I still can’t get used to it. That title.”

    I remembered the lady who served customers at a cafe.

    No, is it the lady?

    It’s not that I doubt it, but I think there is a degree to it, no matter how young it is.

    I still feel resistant to singing, but he sings very naturally.

    I was jealous because it seemed like they truly regarded each other as family.

    “You don’t have to force yourself to sing. Sujin is the same. She even calls me sister?”

    “Was the person named Sujin one year younger than me? I saw you briefly this morning.”

    “It’s because I entered high school for the first time this year. If you go to high school, won’t you probably go to the same school? At that time, take good care of me as an older sister.”

    “…I will try my best.”

    While we were having such a conversation, the carts that had been going around the supermarket multiple times suddenly piled up like a mountain.

    “Well, let’s leave it at this level.”

    “Isn’t that too much?”

    “Well, if there are any leftovers, you can eat them slowly.”

    I was still amazed at how calmly he looked at the receipt for over 200,000 won.

    For her, 200,000 won is a large amount of money that she can barely afford if she saves it frugally.

    ‘Still, I’ll have to get used to it.’

    As I walked around with him today, I realized that the things I had taken for granted were actually not so obvious.

    Students of similar age to her were calmly going in and out of a fast food restaurant that she had never been to because she didn’t have money.

    I thought that this was the daily life of ordinary people who grew up in ordinary families.

    “Can you help me for a moment? It’s a bit bigger than I thought.”

    “Ah, yes!”

    When I packed my items at the checkout counter, three large plastic bags came out.

    Holding a bulky envelope in both hands, I ran to him asking for help and quickly grabbed the remaining envelope in my hand.

    On my way home after shopping.

    “…Are you okay?”

    “Trigram, it’s okay.”

    My shoulder hurt while carrying the heavy envelope, as if it were going to fall off.

    When he asked me to catch a taxi, I regretted telling him to walk since it wasn’t that far.

    But I can’t ask him for help.

    Because he was already carrying twice as much luggage as her.

    “Don’t overdo it. Let’s lift half at a time. Because I also have one hand left.”

    Before she could react, he gathered the envelopes in both hands and took her luggage with his free hand.

    I feel like I can live only now that the weight that was completely on her has been reduced by half.

    “…Aren’t you heavy?”

    “Well, this is no problem. Because I have often served as a porter since ancient times.”

    Han Yu-seong, who said that, had a calm expression on his face, as if nothing had really happened.

    ‘Is he really a good person?’

    The small, inconspicuous considerations piled up and shook Yuna’s heart.

    I looked at Han Yu-seong’s face as if it were shining in the evening sunset, but as expected, I couldn’t tell anything.

    I have no idea what kind of person he is or what he thinks.

    Just one thing.

    I had a feeling that she might not be as bad a person as I first thought.

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