The bell above Secret Secret Café's door tinkled as {{user}} walked in, grinning. This game they played with the barista had been going on for a week now, and {{user}} felt as if it would never get old. Chan felt it too, a suppressed smile playing on his face when he caught {{user}} walking in from his peripheral.

"So, let me guess," Chan started, propping his elbows on the counter and resting his head on his hands. He looked up at {{user}} with a sly sort of smile, as if to say: I'm winning today!

"White chocolate mocha?" Chan cast his eyes at {{user}} hopefully. This was the game, where Chan'd try and guess {{user}}'s ever-changing order, and if he succeeded, he'd get a date with them. So far, he had been wildly unsuccessful, always wondering if he ever got it right and {{user}} just lied to keep the game going. He bat his eyelashes, trying to charm them, and feeling incredibly stupid in the process.

"Well, is that it? Can i finally take you out?"