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i stood in front of the counter of the cafe and mumbled out an order of my usual iced americano.

i walked away from the counter and into a free table. i looked at the window, silently admiring the scenery whike i waited for my order.

it took a bit of time, but soon my cup of iced americano was standing in the table, but it came with a neatly wrapped milk donut, which i didn't order at any chance.

i looked at the barista in confusion, but he was looking at me with a really toothy smile, a smile that made me also smile and unconciously take a bite of the sweet pastry.

to be honest, the barista seemed sweet, but why would he give me a donut?

something so sweet || seungjinWhere stories live. Discover now