You miss one hundred percent of the chances you do not take.

Jihoon repeated this sentiment inside of his head like a mantra as he approached the woman sitting alone in the café, smiling softly while she held her cup of steaming coffee up to her nose in delight before taking the tiniest of sips. His heart leapt when she winced—her eyes squeezed shut, causing her nose to crinkle slightly along the bridge and a little pout settled on her face with a bit of her stark red tongue peeking out between her teeth—probably still burning herself despite all of the precautions she took to avoid it. Jihoon couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his face when the woman started whining quietly to herself as she placed her cup down and went for her phone.

Classic Minatozaki Sana.