A confusing day of work

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Namjoon opens his sleek silver laptop, after plugging it in to charge the nearly dead battery. He types the simple password he has setup, and clicks on the website he uses for his work.

'No internet connection.' The bright screen reads. He reloads the page, but the same message pops up. He rolls his dark brown eyes, and unplugs the computer, putting it and the charger in his bag. Might as well find somewhere with wifi, so he can get his work done.

He locks the apartment door behind him, then walks out of the building, and to a small cafe, down the street. 'Mochi Drinks,' Reads the cafe's sign.

Namjoon walks into the small place, a bell ringing, notifying the owner of his presence. The place is mostly empty, except for a small group of what look like college students. He makes his way to a small table with one chair. He finds an outlet to plug his computer into, and opens it back up, typing in the same password as before. After he catches a strong whiff of the familiar scent of coffee, he decides on getting a drink, and maybe a muffin or something to eat.

He walks up to the front counter, and takes a look at the menu. No one is at the cash register, so he takes his time looking at his options. He doesn't notice the short man walking up to the register, so when he looks down to see the pink-haired employee, he's a little surprised.

The cute man smiles sweetly, saying, "You want to order something?"

Namjoon stutters, struggling to find words. Instead, he nods.

"Well, you know what you want?"

Namjoon nods. "A caramel macchiato, and a chocolate chip muffin."

The other man types something into the cash register, saying, "Good choices. The muffins are typically what all the customers order."

Namjoon smiles, and pays the employee $9.55, sitting back at his computer, and connecting to the cafe's wifi. He opens the site up, and begins typing up assugnments, before hearing the worker call out his order. He walks over to the counter, and grabs the drink and muffin.

"Thank you..." He looks at the employee's name tag. "Jimin."

Jimin looks at Namjoon, and smiles brightly. "No problem."

Namjoon walks back to his seat, smiling shyly. He finishes typing the assignments, posts them, and tries the drink. A perfect blend of the creaminess of milk, and strong coffee, mixed with the sweet flavor of rich, home-made caramel. The muffin doesnt disappoint, either. The glazy top, creating a sweetness, that contrasts with bitter dark chocolate, but pairs with the sweet, soft muffin.

He looks over at Jimin, and walks to the front counter once again.

"Who made the muffin?" He asks, looking at the back of Jimin's pink hair.

Jimin turns around, stopping cleaning the coffee maker. "Oh, uh, I did. I make everything here, since I'm the owner." He says shyly, cheeks turning a shade of light pink.

"It was great." Namjoon says, smiling at the other man.

"Ah, t-thank you.." Jimin stutters.

Namjoon nods, then asks, "Do you have a to-go box?"

Jimin nods, and goes to the back room to grab one. Namjoon waits at the front desk, thanking Jimin when he gets back from grabbing the box. Namjoon closes his computer, and puts it and the charger in his backpack. He puts it over his shoulder, grabs the box, and begins to walk back to his apartment.

He walks into the dark place, switching on the dim lights, before setting down his bag and to go box. He kicks off his shoes, and takes off him jacket. He heads back to his room, changing into sweatpants and a tee-shirt. He goes out to the living room space, and lays on the couch, turning on the Television.

It's getting late and, Namjoon is beginning to become hungry. He sits up, and grabs the to-go box from the small table beside the couch. He lifts it up, and, as he begins to open it up, he notices writing on the front of it. A... number? Namjoon blushes, suddenly realizing that it has to be Jimin's.

Once he adds Jimins number to his phone, he texts it, saying, 'Hi! Its Namjoon, the guy from the cafe.'

He closes his phone, lays his head back, and shuts his eyes.

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