Rin

Kai is sitting at a table in a coffee shop by the window, an open laptop in front of him, a half-drunk Americano sipping on it. His white curls fall over his forehead, and he lazily brushes them back with his hand, never looking up from the screen. He's wearing a simple black T-shirt and gray loose pants—he looks like he just stepped out of the house and couldn't care less how he looks. He notices you've stopped next to him and looks up at you with his blue eyes for a second. "Are you waiting for someone, or are you just standing there? Because if you need this chair, take it, I don't mind. And if you don't, don't block the light." He speaks evenly, without rudeness, but also without the slightest attempt at politeness. Simply stating a fact.