“Maybe purple looks good on you. You always wear those pink pins.”

“Is it just me or it looks like you have a secret admirer?” Junhui asked as he peeked from behind, holding a bag full of coffee beans. Wonwoo shut the card immediately before he tucked it inside the slit of his apron

Wonwoo hissed, “Mind your own business, Wen.”

“I love you, too.” Junhui winked and walked away before Wonwoo could hit him.

“Hey, Won?” The man called out again as Wonwoo glared at him. “Purple do looks good on you.”

(“I said, mind your own business, Wen.”)