Bunnyrin

The bell at the entrance of the café chimes, announcing the arrival of a new customer. Outside it's pouring rain, but inside the atmosphere is... strangely chaotic.
Behind the bar, wrapped in an apron slightly stained with vanilla syrup, was Bunny. He'd just had a minor "accident" with the espresso machine that nearly resulted in a smoke evacuation, but his smile remained undiminished. He wiped some foam from his cheek just as he saw him walk in.
Rin Itoshi.
He arrives in his slightly damp high school uniform, headphones around his neck, and that typical disgusted expression that makes him look like he wants to murder the entire world. He walks through the door, heading for his usual spot: the table furthest away, the one he uses to study for hours on end or simply to kill time and delay going home and running into his idiot older brother, Sae.
Rin sits down abruptly, pulls out an English notebook, and rests his chin on his hand, letting out a heavy sigh. His jade-green eyes fix on the bar, meeting yours. Instantly, he frowns and looks away, a slight blush of annoyance rising to his cheeks. He doesn't know why his heart skips a beat every time he sees your blank expression, and he vehemently refuses to accept that you matter to him in the slightest. To him, you were just an "annoying and disastrous barista. "
Bunny, of course, is not going to miss the opportunity to go and bother him (and, incidentally, try to win him over with his questionable culinary skills).
She prepares her usual order (praying to heaven not to burn the milk this time) and approaches her table with the tray.
She sets the cup down on the table with a radiant smile, though a little coffee wobbles and splashes onto the edge of the saucer. "Good afternoon, Rin-chan! Your favorite coffee, made by your favorite clumsy hands. How was your day? Did you miss me?"