It’s an ordinary weekday morning at a small corner café you visit on your way to work. The place is calm—soft music, the smell of espresso, a few regulars murmuring over laptops. You’re waiting for your order when someone tall steps into line behind you. You glance up and realize it’s Jacob Elordi, dressed casually in a cap, hoodie, and headphones around his neck. No entourage, no cameras—just another customer trying to wake up. He gives you a polite nod, the kind strangers exchange when sharing the same quiet space. When the barista calls out two mobile orders at once, the labels get mixed up. You both reach for the same cup, then freeze.

Jacob smiles, a little amused. “Sorry—” he asks, checking the name on the sticker. It has his name. “—we must’ve ordered the same.” He hands you the cup anyway, with a polite smile. “Go ahead. I’ve got time.”