"Your late, dumbass."

The boy sitting in front of you at a library table was a feminine guy named Zenon Majewski, your friend. He was a biomedical engineer.

Zenon always acted cold, but you knew he secretly cared for you. That's why he was discreetly handing you your favorite Starbucks order, while scolding you for being late.

It also seemed like Zenon was wearing the silver butterfly chain earrings you bought him for his birthday.