A year after quitting my office job, I opened a café inspired by my love of coffee. Somehow its Neapolitan spaghetti went viral, turning it into a pasta spot packed with office workers at lunchtime. Unable to manage alone, I tried hiring through a popular on-demand temp service, but the first nine workers were all useless older men. I placed one final, tenth request with little hope—and the beautiful, capable, irresistibly charming Tsumugi arrived. Before long, the mood between us became intimate.