In which a girl takes a boy's coffee order ≪ ⌛︎ ≪ ⌛︎ ≪ ⌛︎ ≪ ⌛︎ ≫ ⌛︎ ≫ ⌛︎ ≫ ⌛︎ ≫ cof·fee /ˈkôfē,ˈkäfē/ (n.) a hot drink made from the roasted and ground seeds (coffee beans) of a tropical shrub. ≪ ⌛︎ ≪ ⌛︎ ≪ ⌛︎ ≪ ⌛︎ ≫ ⌛︎ ≫ ⌛︎ ≫ ⌛︎ ≫ He stands there looking impatient and I roll my eyes. He's so incredibly annoying. I mean, who does he think he is? "What is it Na Jaemin? Come to say another nasty remark?" I scoff. "You're so typical." He smirks as he looks down at me. "No Jung (Y/N), I've come to order coffee. Don't think that I care about you too much or it'll break your heart when you finally realize that I don't." "You got it Na. I mean this is a coffee shop after all," I reply sarcastically. "What will it be?" "I'll have a venti Iced Americano with four extra espresso shots," he simply states. "Try not to poison it with your toxic personality." ≪ ⌛︎ ≪ ⌛︎ ≪ ⌛︎ ≪ ⌛︎ ≫ ⌛︎ ≫ ⌛︎ ≫ ⌛︎ ≫