Cinnamons and cookies [On hold]

6

"Here," Seokmin said as he gave the six boxes to Minghao. "Two for you, two for Jun, and two for Mingyu."

Seokmin smiled as Minghao looked at the boxes. "Yeah, thanks, I'll get going," Minghao farewell and left.

To be honest, Seokmin is nervous as hell, he isn't at the cafe, yet he is sweating buckets.

Seokmin sighed as he packed the remainings. Two boxes for him and two boxes with more goods than the other boxes.

He waved goodbye to the other members as he left the room.

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Seungkwan was spraying on a spider plant as always. He smiled contented as he smelled the fresh aroma of coffee.

Not a lot of customers I would say. Some businessmen here and some students there. Mostly adults in there own world own gadget sipping some coffee.

"Seungkwan!" Joshua called as he typed in his laptop while a log book is open beside it computing last month's profit.

"Yes?" Seungkwan walked over and sat down in front of him.

"Are you sure he is good?" He asked as he looked at the guy questionably.

"He is!" Cried Seungkwan as he sighed.

Joshua is a bit anxious about this. Yes it is needed to make more customers and profit, but he is scared for a change.

"Would I recommend him for you if he is not good?" Asked Seungkwan as he held his temple.

Joshua speechlessly stared at the guy before looking at the side and back at his laptop.

"Just, what if he isn't good enough? Or you know, like others?" He said typing furiously, sign that he is taken a back and don't know what to say.

"Hey," Seungkwan called, his voice lowed down making Joshua look at him.

"Jisoo, I guarantee you that he is good, he is from a cooking club, he has experience, he worked at his grandmother's bakery before since he was ten and I promise you, he is very VERY good."

Joshua nodded getting his point. "Ask Chan, he ate one of his brownies."

"Chan!" He called and the head of the said man appeared. "Yes?"

Chan walked to their direction. "You tried that guy's brownies?" Joshua asked and Chan's face lighten up.

"Yeah! It was the most wonderful brownies that I ate, better than my mother's," he said dramatically.

"The richness of the chocolate, the creaminess, the spongy-like texture, and the rich aroma- oh, I am now craving for more."

He looked dreamingly, the taste of the said brownie lingering in his tounge.

"Joshua, frankly, if he would sell something like that again, I would pay, even if it cost my whole year salary just to taste that again."