— jiung was usually loud and outgoing, but around you, he got quiet, even shy. everytime you went to his family’s restaurant, he somehow always ended up being your waiter.

you came by again today with a friend and jiung took your order like always. you've both finished your food and started to pack your bags.

just a few feet away, jiung stood holding a plate of strawberry cake— your favourite. a small note with his number was tucked underneath. he looked nervous, took a deep breath, then gently set it in front of you as he passed by, not saying a word. hoping you'd notice the note.