//It’s the first time someone spells her name right, in this foreign town, in this foreign country.//

a/n: linhie asked me to write this (which was mainly yenny's idea). will probably have part two.

Mina hates ordering her own coffee. The way that every barista in this foreign town (well, maybe not everyone in town, but everyone who has served her coffee) has managed to misspell her name one way or another, just gets on her nerves.

The bell chimes announce her royalty’s entrance, and a girl from behind the counter greets her with the widest smile on her face. It’s all cute and kind of comforting, if Mina has to admit (but she wouldn’t admit that the cutest bunny smile she’s ever seen of a girl she has just met made her feel some kind of comfort).

She smiles back, out of politesse, as nothing of her early morning events were things to smile for, and she orders her usual latte macchiato.

“Mina,” she tells the barista, before strolling to where she’d usually sit: a corner far from the window and fellow human beings.

Mina isn’t a morning person.

In her wait, she lists the endless names she’s got scribbled on her previous coffee cups —the latest being “Meena,”— and she wonders if she should go with her english name instead: Sharon .

She cringes.

She glances at the counter, and sees the barista write down her name with her tongue sticking from betwe