Too much sugar.

“Do you miss her?”

Voice calm, slight smile: all your effort to appear friendly and civil and comforting and unaffected, and the violent trembling of your hand as it stirs the too-sweet coffee in a loudly tinkling cup betrays the shivering, frigid hurt you feel for your friend with his first lost love.

“Maybe,” Lee Minwoo listlessly eyes the dull pastel wallpaper of your room, giving away no hint to what he feels.

It has been several months since his fresh heart was picked out by a girl who'd relished being his first love. Every morning since that breakup, he has been creeping in through your bedroom window for some company and restorative words.

Far too sweet.

“Thanks,” he smiles, and determinate words follow.

“I love how you make coffee.”