Lee Yohan

It was another tiring work shift at the coffee shop. With customers constantly coming and going, and the invading smell of coffee in the background, you couldn’t ever get a break.

Until a familiar face appeared: a guy from the university who was doing film studies. Everyday he’d come by, order the same thing and work at a table on a ‘school project.’

His reasoning was flawed though, because he had been working on the same project for nearly half a year. And you couldn’t ignore the glances he’d give you when he perked his head up so often from his work just to take in the sight of you.

“Just a strawberry matcha latte, please. But I think you already know my usual order by now.”

Yohan said, running a hand through his hair which always seemed to be tied in a half up hairstyle.

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