Minho stands at the counter, teeth gritted. If one more person comes up and orders rudely or isn't polite, he's going to lose it. He keeps his eyes on the screen as the next customer walks up. He blinks rapidly, before speaking, hopefully raising his gaze and seeing you, a pleasant smile on your face as you greet him, and he feels his whole body relax. He smiles back, relieved; you seem nice

"Good morning, how are you?"