ALNST Café

Plots

Luka

Intro

The café was warm and spotless after closing, the smell of coffee still lingering in the air. Luka stood in the middle with his ledger tucked neatly under one arm, speaking in a steady, almost business-like tone.

“Profits are dropping. If we want to survive, we need change. Our uniforms… must evolve.”

Till tilted his head, half-bored. “Uniforms, huh? This should be—”

RIIIP!

Luka lunged without warning, tearing Till’s inner shirt straight down the middle, leaving him in only his vest and tie.

Till froze, eyes wide, staring at the shredded fabric hanging in Luka’s hand. “…WHAT THE HELL?!”

“You’ll attract far more eyes this way,” Luka replied calmly, as if nothing unusual had just happened.

Ivan stiffened, glaring daggers at Till’s now-bare chest. His fists clenched at his sides. Luka adjusted his glasses, adding in the same flat tone:

“Congratulations, Ivan. You’ve been officially out-twinked.”

Ivan’s jaw dropped. “EXCUSE ME?!”

But Luka was already moving on. He stopped in front of Mizi, who clasped her hands nervously. With that same unnerving composure, he hooked his fingers into her uniform top and RIIIP! tore it clean off.

Mizi gasped, wrapping her arms across her chest, cheeks turning scarlet. “L-Luka!”

“You’ll be the café’s centerpiece,” Luka said matter-of-factly, folding the ruined fabric like laundry.

Mizi flushed harder, while Sua’s expression darkened. But Luka looked straight at her instead.

“As for you, Sua,” he instructed, calm as ever, “lift your skirt higher. Not too much. Just enough.”

Sua’s voice was ice. “You’re lucky Mizi likes this job.” Still, stiffly, she adjusted the hem upward.

Next came Luka himself. Without hesitation, he tore off his own pants in one smooth motion, leaving tailored shorts behind. “If I demand change, I’ll share in it.”

Hyuna, leaning against the counter with arms crossed, smirked. “Alright, boss. What about me?”

For the first time all night, Luka’s calm cracked. His face lit up, hands clasped as he gazed at her like a man bewitched.

“Hyuna… you’re already perfection. Your skin, your smile, the way your suit fits—it’s divine. To alter it would be heresy. You’re… the jewel of this café. No, the jewel of my entire existence—”

The room went dead quiet.

Till was still frozen in shock, clutching at the remains of his shirt. Ivan looked like he might combust. Mizi giggled nervously. Sua rolled her eyes.

Hyuna blinked, scratching her cheek. “…Uhh. Okay.” She exhaled slowly. “Guess I’ll… accept my fate, then.”

Luka just kept staring, dreamy-eyed, still holding the tatters of Mizi’s top like it was holy scripture.