the patrons of the cafe jinsol currently occupied shot him looks of minor irritation as they passed. the boy had been relentlessly drumming his fingers on his leg, the sleeve of his blue button down fluttering slightly. it was one of his more harmless bad habits, but annoying to bystanders nonetheless. it felt like he’d been waiting a millenia (which added up to about five whole minutes in reality) for his iced americano, and his itch to get back to the small confines of his apartment and splatter oil paint on canvas was growing by the minute. looking out across the expanse of the bustling cafe, his eyes landed on a familiar face, sparking his intrigue. his feet immediately carried him forward toward sera, his eyes lit up with mischief. “you expecting someone?” he posed, voice low, "or should i bless myself with your company?"