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I sat at my usual window seat and held the hot cup of green tea between my sleeves. The heat warmed my hands and the scent gave me a clam vibe. Namjoon was burried in a book as usual and looked mundane.

The waiter laid down a cup of hot coco on my table that startled me.

"I didn't order this." I exclaimed confused.

"I know." She put a note next to the cup and left with that.

Heard what happened, hope you are feeling better
try not to put ketchup on this too. >_<

It had no name, no initial. I immidiatly looked at Namjoon, but he was still busy with his book, I looked around the café to see who it was from and ended up meeting eyes with some other young adult whom I might or might not have a class with, I wasn't to obsevant with the crowd around me. He kept looking at me, I gave him a small bow and he returned it. I assumed the drink must have been from him, I didn't think too much of it and just took a sip and endured the flavour.

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