“ … is there something you want? “
He spent endless nights studying, worrying about his connection to the society he lived in for the past few years of his life and yet he still isn’t sure if he’s doing something quite productive. His father should have been the one doing all these, or maybe Mr. Han, but he can never tell where those two people are. Sometimes they’re just around the corner, sometimes they’re not. It’s not easy to track, especially when they’re scentless.
Leo pulls his arms forward to stretch as he looks up by the door of the cafe’s office. There’s a slim figure peering through, glistened of innocence. “Hm?” He hums, curiosity rushing through the look upon his eyes. “I didn’t really call you.” he adds, remembering that the past few minutes, he dwell on nothing but the bills in front of him, seemingly endless.
He then looks down at his empty cup, sheepishly looking back at her as he raises the cup with a slight wave. “Perhaps make me another coffee? I like how you make it, it’s strong but smooth.”
