@Sunggyu IU had to walk from school to her workplace. She had a long day from studying at school, helping putting the books away at the library, and cleaning.
As she walked inside the cafe, IU bowed to the employers and went to the changing room.
Coming back out to her uniform, she went to her position and smiled at customers, taking their order.
Hours passed and IU was cleaning the counter.
Until she heard someone talk and it was as if she heard that voice before. IU turned to who it was. He, the stranger, seemed to be familiar to IU but she couldn't recall. But when a different employer took his reill, IU finally knew who he was and immediately turned away.
@IU Mornings were those times when Sunggyu was less tense. The city had yet to fully awaken, and the workers were more sluggish and relaxed. Hardly any mishap occurred in the daylight, only nighttime the time of death. Sunggyu was at his favorite cafe - or rather, the only cafe he had ever bothered to visit. One, because it was the closest to his apartment, and two, because it wasn't as busy as the rest. Soft, mellow tunes played over the speakers. Sunggyu swung his foot steadily to the slow beats as he sipped on his coffee and drew out whatever fancied him into his sketchbook. He ran his tongue along his lips before holding out his empty mug, small eyes never leaving his artwork. "Can I get a refill? Thank you."