"Good afternoon. What can I get you?" Taemin asks, the customary greeting rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. It's amazing that he can still talk so calmly, because the man in front of him is so tall, tan, and handsome that it would be a lie if Taemin says that his looks isn't throwing him off-kilter.

"Two iced americanos," the man answers, before his voice quietens a notch. "And one hot chocolate, please."

Taemin nods and grabs a sharpie and the coffee cups stacked next to him, starting to write down the order in codes.

"And your name?"

"Jongin."

Jongin. He even has a nice name. How amazing.

Taemin scribbles the name on the cups quickly, but right as he was reaching for the hot cup, the man clears his throat.

"Um. Excuse me," he says, making Taemin raise his head to look at him. "Can I ask for a favor?"