"A pleasant day Sir! May I take your order?"

At his regular coffee shop, Chenle picked his coffee from the selection, paid an amount and waited for his change.

"Here's your change Sir." the cashier gave his change, "Oh, pardon me Sir, may I ask your name?"

"Chenle."

Chenle stared at his cup with a twitching eye.

"Chonloh"

Misspelled again. He was so full of it.

He stood up and went to the cashier to complain about his name.

"Excuse me, what's your name?" Chenle asked.

The young cashier answered, "Renjun, Sir. Why?"

"Listen up Longching-"

"-It's Renjun, Sir." he corrected.

"Okay, Lonshin. I want you to know that my name is spelled as C-H-E-N-L-E." Chenle explained.

"It's Renjun, Sir. 'Lon-jwin'"

Chenle facepalmed and he saw the barista boy laughing.

If Chenle could just change his favorite café, he would be moving now but that laugh looked precious to see.