@antiira
HE MAKES AN EFFORT TO come to the coffee shop so that he could settle beside a charging outlet and spend an hour or two compiling songs for work. In no way does he snag the table on purpose so that the cute girl that usually comes to the café would ask to sit at his table. He gingerly sips his tea and checks his watch just as the brunette pulls open the door. Or so he does.
Junseo looks busy, laptop plugged into the wall and earphones in and - weakly - playing classical music so that he could pretend not to hear her ask to sit at the most convenient table. When he explains the situation to his roommate, it seems slightly complicated. He doesn’t mean to be weird, but in most ways, he probably is. Not often does he meet a stunning and almost celebrity-level beauty in a common space like a coffee shop, he argues. He tries not to follow her with his eyes when she queues up in line. He shuts his eyes instead. God, he’s a loser.
After waiting for her turn in line, she asks for the latte that she usually orders. Hyosung doesn’t bother telling the barista her name because she comes to this shop too often, not to mention that the people who work there are aware that she’s an idol. She doesn’t know why she enters this coffee shop so much, especially because there are so many other ones closer to her. The coffee she gets isn’t out of this world, of course it’s good, but it wasn’t special. She thinks one reason is because she always sees this fascinating blond guy sitting at one of the tables. He was always doing something, and sometimes she would find herself staring, but would look away before he saw.
A few minutes pass and she hears her name being called, realizing that her drink was ready to be picked up. She thanks the worker handing her drink as she looks for a table to sit at. Although she notices a couple getting up to leave, she decides to finally approach the boy that she found alluring. Walking up to him, she taps him on the shoulder gently, “Excuse me,” she says nervously, “is anyone sitting here?” She asks, but she knows damn well the seat wasn’t occupied.
