With quick, familiar motions, Cheng-Lei dressed himself. Even though he hated this job (the customers were almost always a pain in the ass), he, secretly, liked the clothes. The materials were quality, hand-sewn pieces things that Cheng-Lei could never, personally, afford.
Smiling at his reflection, the redhead pointed two finger-guns at himself and mimed firing shots even going as far as blowing off the "smoke." Clothes really did make the man.
Grinning, he closed his locker and made his way towards the door, steeling his mind in preparation for the long day ahead. Even though the cafe wasn't the busiest, hippest shop in town, it had its fair share of loyal, dedicated customers. Plus, today there was that rookie to train...
"Oh!" He stopped as the door swung open, revealing a smartly dressed young man, who looked to be in his early twenties. He was a good head taller than Cheng-Lei, slender, and, for lack of better words, pretty. "So, this is the 'special' guy, eh?" Mentally, whistling in mild appreciation, Cheng-Lei straightened up and cleared his throat, working up a polite smile.
Even if he didn't like training beginners, it didn't mean he couldn't make exceptions. And for someone this good-looking, Cheng-Lei would be daft to not.
"Hey, there, new guy!" Placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder, Cheng-Lei drew the taller male into a loose hug, stealing the chance to smell the other man's cologne fresh, crisp, and expensive. Yeah, that went with his look. "So, I'm Cheng-Lei, I'll be showing you around the place, teaching you the basics, and you know, everything.
"So, over here, this is your locker er, Tang Jian-Yu..." His voice trailed at the name and suddenly things felt awkward, stiff, and uncomfortable. His arm dropped from the other man's shoulder as his eyes narrowed at the name. "Tang Jian-Yu."
There was no way this was that Tang Jian-Yu.