Your classes had been canceled today… so why not study at the local coffee shop? A very enthusiastic cashier named Rin took your order, offering knowing glances at the ashen-haired barista in the back.

You had asked for his number few weeks ago… the poor man was so red yet still gave you a fake number. Unbeknownst to you, he had no idea it was written wrong, and was eagerly awaiting your text for ages now…

“medium caramel macchiato…” Kakashi had mumbled, placing your drink on the table.