"Your number." Youngjae said and bit his lower lip. He looked up at the other nervously only to see him blink stupidly at him.
"I'm sorry sir, but that drink isn't on our menu." The thicklipped barista said and cocked his eyebrow in confusion. The confused expression on him softened and a growl left his lips. A very y growl if Youngjae should describe it. "Damn you Bbang." He heard from across the counter.
"Anything else?" The barista continued after regaining his posture.
"A vanilla latte." Youngjae quickly ordered, not bothering embarrassing himself further. He paid and sat by a table to wait for his order.

How could you be so stupid? Of course you can't go into a cafe and order the barista's number. Especially not when you usually shop with their rival down the street, only to avoid him. 

He burried his face in his hands to cover up his embarrassment from any eyes that might want to observe him in his miseries. He heard the distinct sound of glass against wood. He looked up to see the barista placing his latte on the table. He disappeared just as quickly as he had come. He probably thinks I'm weird.
Youngjae picked up his latte and looked at the foam.
With vanilla syrup a number and a name was written.
Daehyun.