"Can I have a creamed coffee with a chocolate chip muffin?"
The woman behind the counter, Tiffany, looked up from the notepad and smiled at him, "Is that all?"
He looked down at his pocket seeing the change that was left from him fulling up his gas tank from earlier. He looked up and smiled once more at the girl that still had the notepad in hand.
"Um, can I get a water?"
She nodded towards him, "Okay, your total is 5.37."
He reach in quickly, not trying to make her wait any longer. He was just ready to drink the warm drink that he had just ordered, knowing that he really needed it going through this starting winter weather. He handed the crinkled money to her, sorting the change that was lose in his pocket to hand to the girl. Placing it on the counter, she took it into her hand and counted it with her free hand. She put the money in the cash register and got out his change.
"Your change is a dollar thirteen. You can seat down anywhere and Suzy will bring you your drink. It will take a few minutes for the muffin, is that okay?"
"Yeah that will be fine. I am more focused on the drink if I'm being honest," He said with a smile toward the girl behind the counter.
"I can see why, it is hitting hard outside, you would want to get warm. You are number 8, okay," she said as she handed him a number card with an 8 on it.
He nodded at her and walked to the table that was in the far back, he wasn't very sure if it was the right place or not; it was his first time being there. He sat down and looked at his phone that he pulled out of his coat seeing that he had a message from Jackson waiting to be answered.
From Jackson:
Bring me food, you left no more cookies in your kitchen. Hurry!
He sighed and replied with a 'whatever' and opened one of his game apps afterwards. He had no time for Jackson right now.
"Is this seat taken?"
He was so focused on the game that he didn't see the shadow in front of him that startled him from his game making him look up at the male standing in front of him.
"Um... yeah? Sure, you can sit...," He said while staring at the boy that stood on the other side of the table. The boy smiled at that and sat opposite of him.
"Thanks, I couldn't find a seat and I saw you were by yourself so I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask, you know," said the boy on the other side of the table.
He stretched his hand out and looked at the confused boy on the other side, "I'm sorry, I'm just talking to you, I'm just friendly like that, I'm Jinyoung."
The boy looked at the hand for a second and reached his out to grab it, "Mark."
"Well Mark, it's nice to meet you."
Mark didn't know what to say, so he didn't, he just nodded, taking his hand back from Jinyoung, not knowing what to do with these situations. Jinyoung looked to the napkins and grabbed three big ones, starting to fold them while Mark just watched wondering what the boy's deal was really. He wasn't trying to be rude, but he was somewhat antisocial (if that could describe it) and didn't really talk to people he didn't know, it made him nervous, so instead of asking what the boy in front of him was doing, he just stared.
"You know, you could just ask your question Mark," Jinyoung said as he folded another piece of paper, not even looking up at the boy.
How did he even know that I'm even thinking of a question? He thought staring at Jinyoung.
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Coffee Shop || Markjin Three Shot
Fanfiction"Is this seat taken?" He was so focused on the game that he didn't see the shadow in front of him that startled him from his game making him look up at the male standing in front of him. "Um... yeah? Sure, you can sit..." A Markjin Three Shot High...
