// Ranwan coffee shop au meet-cute cuz we don’t have enough of that...

Mob boss Taxian-Jun has a life outside of, well, being a mobster.
For one, he’s a single dad.
Who’s also really, really tired and could really use a cup (or several) of coffee.
Oh no.
That tone.
The horror.
Mo Ran turns with a smile on his face.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I want that one!” she points to the large CAFFEINATED item on the menu.
Fuck.
“That’s coffee, babygirl. You can’t have that. We’re just gonna get Papa a drink and then we’ll- Hey, hey, c’mon don’t cry, baby.”
“Excuse me, sir.”
Mo Ran looked up.
And suddenly Mo Ran’s ten times more flustered.
FUCK. His daughter couldn’t find a worse time to throw a tantrum
“Erm, sorry. I’ll go take her outside.”
The barista frowned.
On his nametag read: Chu Wanning.
Goddamn. Mo Ran wished he could ask for his number. But even someone as shameless as Mo Ran knew better than to do so right now.
But Chu Wanning doesn’t look annoyed.
He didn’t seem very used to children but he didn’t throw Mo Ran one of those disapproving dirty looks some people-
Mo Ran needs to remember to get one of his men to find out more about this cafe in /detail/. Is Chu Wanning an employee here or the owner? He looks really capable. If he’s an employee, is his boss treating him well?
Shit. Like a creep he thought of all this in a few split seconds
Mo Ran: “C’mon, sweetheart. Come. Let’s calm down first, yea? Let’s not hold up the line”
Chu Wanning: “Hold on.”
Chu Wanning bent down over the counter (woah, this man is pretty tall. That’s hot. Mo Ran’s stupid dog brain supplied suuuper helpfully. He wondered what Chu Wanning would look like bending down like that from /the other/ side).
Mo Ran’s daughter, the diva, choked out a few sobs. “H-Hello…” Her pudgy hands to her lips, looking super wronged.
Chu Wanning gave her a gentle smile. A bit at a loss but trying.
Mo Ran’s daughter blinked, no longer crying. “What’s a whipped cweam..?”
Mo Ran thinks he’s in love.