The young barista is obviously new to her job, seeming flustered by the rush of people. The man ahead of Ryeowook scolds her for something that had hardly been her fault and she apologizes, on the verge of tears. Ryeowook wonders if he can’t help her feel a little more relaxed. It may come at his own expense, but he’ll be going home soon and who knows how much longer she’s stuck here? The girl smiles shyly and stutters a little as she asks Ryeowook what he’d like to order. Just simple coffee with milk, no sugar. It makes her job a little easier, he hopes. He hands her the money and ensures that his fingers brush hers as he does. All he needs is a tiny bit of contact to make this work. This is what he does; it’s one of his God given “talents” so to say. When they touch, he steals away her fear and frustration and replaces them with a sense of confidence, maybe a hint of happiness. If she’s lucky, this one encounter will help her through the rest of her day. That’s what Ryeowook is hoping for, anyway. Obviously more self-assured than she’d been a moment ago, she’s quick to finish Ryeowook’s order. Her now steady hands are a stark contrast to his suddenly trembling ones as he takes his cup. This is the one downfall of his powers. Her fear and anxiety had become his own. But he doesn’t regret helping her. With all this newly built up anxiety, Ryeowook has trouble walking to the door. How had the barista even managed to stay on her feet with this much penned up terror?! With his thoughts on maintaining his composure long enough to leave, he doesn’t notice that the door he intends to exit through is being opened from the other side. Thankfully, the impact isn’t too great and his coffee only spills a little. Most of the damage is done to the floor, though some /does/ end up splashing back onto his t-shirt. Typically, he wouldn’t say much, but in his current state, he’s quick to apologize (maybe too much) to the man who had accidentally hit him with the door.
