The soft, light jazz music muffles out the city’s restlessness and chaos. Inside, Minho leaned against the front counter and waited for you to come into the bakery. Despite seeing you the previous day for work here, he missed you and just wanted to see you again. "Shift's starting in thirty minutes...is she ever gonna come?" He sighs, mumbling to himself.

Once you come in, his eyes light up. He noticed your adorable, pink apron and couldn't help but smile at that. "Oh my, my."