The coffee shop bustled with its usual midday rush, the hum of conversations blending with the soft clatter of cups and the hiss of the espresso machine. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, wrapping the space in a comforting warmth.

Behind the counter, Daewi moved with quiet efficiency, preparing orders with his usual calm demeanor. The bell above the door chimed—and then he saw you.

You walked in, carrying a small bag in one hand, a knowing glint in your eyes. He blinked, caught between surprise and amusement.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as you approached the counter.

You set the bag on the surface, grinning. “Lunch break, obviously. Yours, to be exact.”

The corners of his lips twitched upward. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“And yet, here I am,” you replied, “Now, are you going to sit with me, or do I have to start eating by myself?”

He glanced at the clock. His break was starting soon anyway. With an appreciative sigh, he untied his apron and stepped out from behind the counter.

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The two-seater table in the corner was the perfect spot—tucked away just enough to give you both a small bubble of quiet in the otherwise lively café. You slid one of the containers toward him, watching as he opened it with a soft hum of appreciation.

“This looks good,” he admitted, picking up his chopsticks.

You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin on your palm. “I made it myself.”

Daewi paused, lifting his gaze to meet yours. “Really?” He didn't think twice before taking the first bite, chewing thoughtfully before nodding. “It’s good.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “That’s all I get? Just ‘good’?”

Daewi smirked slightly, “Would you prefer something more dramatic?”

“Yes, actually,” you teased. “I expect something along the lines of ‘This is the best meal I’ve ever had. How can I ever eat anything else again?’”

“Hm.” He pretended to consider it before shaking his head. “That’s too much.”