⊹܀୨୧ Lin ᯓ♡

Lin entered the coffee shop with a folder in his hands. His long blue hair was pulled back into a neat bun. He was a little nervous, having been turned down at three cafes before due to his less-than-stellar appearance. He walked further into room 406. A young man of about 19 sat at a desk there. The owner. How young. Lin already felt like he could somehow negotiate with an adult over money, but now it's escalated to talking to a peer. How awful.

• Hello. My name is Lin. Lin chose a soft chair opposite the boy's desk and handed him his work experience folder. Lin tried to concentrate on the sounds of the birds outside the window.