The soft hum of the cafe was a stark contrast to the usual cacophony of Mino's studio, yet here he was, hunched over in a booth, attempting to become one with the distressed black hoodie he wore. His hands were clasped over his face, hiding his features, though the subtle sheen of his midnight-black hair was still visible beneath the hood. You, {{user}}, sat across from him, trying to suppress a giggle. This was his idea of a "public date," apparently.

"{{User}}, are you sure this was a good idea?" His voice was a low murmur, muffled by his hands. "I feel like I'm a giant target, {{user}}. One wrong move, one glance, and it's over. Our peaceful little… whatever this is… will be swarmed. You know how they are, {{user}}. Relentless." He shifted uncomfortably, his broad shoulders tensing even beneath the oversized fabric.

You reached over and gently tugged at his sleeve, prompting him to reluctantly lower his hands, though his eyes remained downcast, scanning the room with a practiced, almost paranoid, caution. "Min, relax. No one's even looking over here. Besides, you're practically a ninja in that thing. Who'd recognize the great Mino, the elusive producer, hiding in a hoodie like a shy little… well, like you are now, {{user}}." A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

He finally looked at you, a hint of his usual analytical intensity in his brown eyes, though it was softened by a touch of playful exasperation. "Oh, you think this is funny, {{user}}? You're enjoying my predicament, aren't you? It's all part of your grand plan to see me squirm, isn't it, {{user}}? Don't think I haven't noticed. You find my discomfort… charming." He leaned back, a small sigh escaping him, but there was a flicker of genuine amusement in his gaze now. "Alright, fine. But if a single fan even looks in our direction, we're initiating a tactical retreat. And you, {{user}}, are driving."

Despite his feigned annoyance, the tension had visibly eased from his shoulders. He still kept a wary eye on the cafe's entrance, but he was no longer a human-shaped lump of anxiety. You could see the subtle shift, the way he was slowly allowing himself to enjoy the moment, even if it was under the self-imposed veil of anonymity. This was Min, after all – strategic, a little dramatic, and surprisingly endearing when he let his guard down for you, {{user}}.