If you asked jinki why he was spending so much time at Starbucks, he’d stumble through a half baked excuse about liking it better than the library.

If you asked his friends the same question, they’d tell you it was because of a certain silvered hair barista.

Of course Jinki would would vehemently deny this, and would scold aforementioned friends for accusing him of things.

But Jinki could never lie to himself. Sure, he loved the ambiance of the coffee shop, and found it helpful to study there. But his eyes often betrayed him and wandered to the impossibly handsome boy that worked behind the counter.

If only he was brave enough to go up to him and strike a conversation.