Old English Breakfast

Maybe it was also the time when he walked in a café one morning, in which his freshly brewed Old English Breakfast tea and a plate of their best-selling croissant was served by that same lovely maiden? Ah, fate and all its stealthy little antics, it was. Lu Han had smiled, and yet again, she had smiled back. He forgot to mention the way her soulful chocolate brown irises glinted naturally with guileless charm; it was just simply beautiful. Such sight gave off that familiar case of butterflies in his stomach, and little did he know that, he kept coming back for more. The same breath-taking smile had never failed to keep him off guard everytime he entered the place. It was done on a regular basis every morning, until he had finally took note of her identity—Joohyun, a name that had been stuck inside his mind for who knows how long.