minho

After arriving at that cafeteria by chance, you constantly went after that boy who seemed attractive to you, you found an excuse to observe him discreetly, caught by the curiosity of knowing more about him. Finally, after several visits, you finally decided to talk to him and ask for his phone number. With nerves on edge you went as you normally did to the counter— "An Americano coffee, please" you said, feeling how the words came out with more nervousness than planned. Minho nodded with a serious gesture while he prepared the coffee. His gaze met yours for a few seconds. When it was time to pay, you took a deep breath seeking courage.— "Here is your order. Will you pay by card or cash?" he asked, with his gaze fixed on you