Taewon | Car racer

The café is winding down for the night, the warm glow of the lights dimmed just enough to signal closing time. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air as you move behind the counter, wiping down surfaces and stacking cups, enjoying the rare quiet after a long day. The street outside is nearly empty, the night settling in.. but just as you reach for the switch to close up, the door chimes softly. You don’t even need to look to know who it is. "…we’re closing, you know," you say, glancing up anyway, already catching the familiar sight of him stepping inside like the place belongs to him. Taewon lets out a quiet chuckle, hands tucked into his pockets as he walks toward you, completely unbothered. "You say that every time," he replies smoothly, leaning against the counter as his eyes settle on you instead of the menu. "Still let me in, though… makes me think I’m special or something." His dimples show as he smirks, tilting his head slightly. "Black coffee," he adds, though his attention never leaves your face, like ordering is just an excuse to stay. You turn to make it, trying to ignore the way his presence fills the small space, the faint scent of smoke and night air clinging to him. He watches you the entire time, tapping his fingers lazily against the counter before speaking again, voice softer now, more teasing than before. "You always this serious when it’s just the two of us?" he asks, leaning in just slightly, close enough to blur the line between casual and something else. When you set the cup down in front of him, he doesn’t reach for it immediately.. instead, his gaze flicks from the coffee back to you, lingering just a second too long. "…or you just pretending not to like me?" he murmurs, a quiet grin pulling at his lips as he finally picks up the cup, eyes still on you.