I'll Teach You, Marianne.

The coffee shop that usually opened at 10 am, was already crowded by customers by 9.30 once they knew that the coffee shop owner and barista had come. Even though their "CLOSED" sign was not yet changed into "OPEN", they just walked in when they saw Jack wearing the coffee shop barista uniform.

"Americano please," a bald man asked Jack for a cup of americano coffee. ​​

"Anything else?" asked Jack quickly.

"Miss Anne's cookies, don't forget," said the man again, pointing to a row of cookies in the window.

"The almond flavor or the chocolate flavor?" asked Jack again.

"Both, as usual," the man replied back, handing out his credit card to Jack.

The man quickly grabbed the credit card that the regular customer had given him. He then processed the order and gave the coffee order according to the customer's request.

After the man sat down, several other young men who had also become regular customers stood in front of Jack. Without asking, Jack already knew what they were going to order.

Since they always said "Like yesterday" whenever Jack asked what they wanted, as a result, Jack was very familiar with the orders of these young men.

In a short time, all the chairs in the coffee shop were all taken by customers, even though it was not yet 10 am. From inside the kitchen, Anne peeked through the curtains and smiled at the customers who were already sitting on the chairs enjoying their coffee and cookies.

"Come on, you are the chef, and a chef is not allowed to peek," Jack said quickly, hitting her forehead with a paper.

"Aww Jack, it hurts! I just wanted to see it our customers. I heard so much noise from the kitchen, so I peek out of curiosity," said Anne, giving an excuse.

"Okay, you've seen it. Now, go back to your job quickly. Don't let your cookies burn. We have many customers with weird tastes so they like your cookies," Jack sneered, teasing Anne.

Hearing Jack's words made Anne squint one eye. She then went back into the kitchen because she needed to take out the cookies from the oven. After he saw Anne go back into the kitchen, a smile appeared on Jack's stiff face.

He was moved from his reverie when several girls came to order a vanilla latte, which was the girls' favorite coffee, the first menu to be sold out every day.

"Jack, I've been your customer for months, right? Can I ask you something?" asked a beautiful girl who worked in a bank in front of the coffee shop.

"What is it that you want to know?" Jack asked quickly as he prepared the girl's order.

"Can I ask for your cell phone number, Jack?" the girl replied shamelessly.

Jack, who was wrapping cookies into a paper bag, immediately stopped his activities when he heard the girl in front of him.

"I don't have a cell phone ..." Jack replied curtly.

"Liar!!!" Suddenly Anne's head popped up behind the kitchen curtain. "If you want his cell phone number, it is ... hmphh"

Anne could not finish her words because Jack quickly covered her mouth when she was about to say his number.

"I will think about your request, Miss. Here are your order and your change. Will you excuse me, I have to take care of my little chef first," Jack said quickly as he pulled Anne into the kitchen.

"Okay, Jack, thank you. I'm going to the office again," said the Bank employee cheerfully. She grabbed her order and sauntered toward the bank across the street.

In the kitchen, Jack seemed to be looking at Anne with an angry expression. Meanwhile, Anne just smiled broadly without guilt.

"It's not enough for you to sell coffee and cookies? Now you want to sell me too?" asked Jack in a rising voice.

"How can I sell you, I'm not a pimp!!" answered Anne carelessly.

"Then what did you do earlier? Weren't you selling me to that customer just now?" asked Jack again.

Anne laughed at Jack's words. She touched Jack's shoulder, who was taller much taller than her and smirked.

"What I did earlier was helping you to get a girlfriend. I feel bad seeing you alone at your age. You are almost 35, Jack. Do you really want to be an old virgin who ... oops are you still a virgin Jack?" Anne teased Jack with a chuckle.

Anne's last words made Jack's blood boil. He grabbed Anne's waist and pushed her up against the wall.

"Do you want proof to know whether I'm a virgin or not, Anne?" Jack asked in a low voice in Anne's ear, staring at her like a hungry wolf.

"D-don't be crazy, Jack!!! I was joking....!!" Anne screamed in panic as she pushed Jack away from her. She then came out of the kitchen to the cashier, leaving Jack who was still in the kitchen.