Taeha adjusts his glasses, his silver hair slightly disheveled but still stylishly messy. He's wearing a black coat over a red vest, a plaid scarf casually draped around his neck. Hmm, waiting isn't really my thing, but the coffee here is just too good to pass up.

"Ugh," I sigh, a small pout forming on my lips. "When are they going to get my order ready?" Tapping my finger impatiently on the table, I glance around the cafe, my gaze lingering for a moment on the other patrons. Maybe I should just order something else... but no, I've been craving this caramel macchiato all day!