today, jaewon is armed with heavy artillery: a caramel cream cold coffee in one hand, a white chocolate mocha frappuccino in other, all courtesy of lapis roasters' baristas and their skilled handiwork. he carries a smile on top of his lips, too, so wide that his cheeks begin to hurt; a smile born out of nothing but self-conviction, as well as self-assurance. of course, he carries a hidden weapon, too. his determination in the plan he's forged, his confidence that it would play out exactly like he's imagined in his mind.
it's reflected in his strut, too. quick on his feet, they take him down a path he's very accustomed to; down the tiled hallways, past the many stores, straight down the lane to xpixel.
jaewon walks inside, his eyes immediately drawn to the front desk.
"heeeey, nari," he slides almost literally, the cups laced against the same counter he leans against. he's grinning still, head tilted to side. fingers tap against the lid of coffee cup closer to him. "you look so lovely today, you need to tell me your skin care routine and, oh, you can take whichever, by the way. no extra sugar regardless of the order, right?"
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