Mingyu had to know his name. He needed to. Instead, he said, "keep the change."

He wanted to bang his head to the counter for being too shy and awkward. If this continue, he sure won't get closer to the cute cashier he's been crushing on.

The cute guy frowned at him before speaking with his deep velvety voice, "you can sit while waiting," he pointed at one of the table.

Of course. Mingyu should sit, not standing there, staring. There he goes again, looking stupid, embarrassing himself, minus the guy's name. As he waited for his coffee, Mingyu thought, tomorrow he'd get the name. That's for sure. Or maybe?