your shift inside the cafe seemed to be longer than any other day. sitting inside near the window you take a glimpse to see and feel the sunlight hitting your arms while sipping on a frappuccino. hours should’ve gone by fast now, but you were stuck here and scrolling through your phone until your break ended.

once you returned to the front of the counter, taking in orders, you noticed a customer who seemed to be in his 20s. he was mighty fine like a celebrity, and he definitely is. Yang Jeongin, dressed in noticeably Bottega Veneta branded items with such a clean haircut. how could someone like him be in such a simple coffee shop?

“hello,” he speaks, the english perfect in the best Korean accent, “can i get a small americano?” he pauses in the middle of his sentence adorably. it seems you both are admiring each other. how you enjoyed his accent while he enjoyed your eyes.