[CONTENTID1]May I take your order ?
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[CONTENTID2]Joohyun walked in the streets of Seoul, breathing in the fresh bliss of minty, morning air. Her jacket had been securely wrapped around her body as she shoved her hands into the pockets. The sweet resound of her tapping heels grew louder and much more audible as she picked up her pace. Lightly, she pushed open the door to a little coffee shop and entered. The intoxicating smell of coffee traveled to her senses, waking her up almost immediately. Joohyun loved coffee, and this was her favorite place to have hers made.

She ordered a simple Iced Americano and a plate of chocolate filled biscuits, her usual order. Waiting at a small table, she placed her phone to the side and looked out the window. People had passed by from all directions; Wednesday morning was a busy one after all. Just so suddenly, Joohyun heard a chain of voices in awe. Turning around with utter curiosity, she found herself staring at a male who was simply pouring sweetened milk into a small cup — might she say, he was gracefully doing his job. A small crowd of girls, possibly about four or five of them, had gathered around to watch. They weren't screaming or squealing, no. They were rather captivated, and surprisingly, Joohyun found herself mesmerized as well.

She would often see the guy come in once in a while. There was never a pattern but most regular female cusomers usually watched him from afar — it was really no secret. She had to admit though, never would she have thought that pouring coffee could be that attractive.

Or possibly it was the fact that he was the one doing the job. His charming, well rounded features had drawn Joohyun in. The male's orbs were a milky brown with a slight twinkle in them, although the softness in his looks remained. His hair today looked very fluffy, though combed to the side. They had matched the color of his eyes. What amused Joohyun was the hal