"Doyoung." Hyagura called out to the boy who had the phone near his ear, ordering another take-out since neither of them can cook a decent meal. "I'll just go out and buy something. See you." He nodded and went back to talking. The girl then quietly shut the door and walked out of the apartment complex. The weather was humid and not to mention very chilly, which made her regret even going out of her room and interacting with Doyoung.

Hyagura watched as a small puff of smoke came out of her lips when she breathed out. She was freezing, and needed immediate warmth. She wanted to go back to the apartment, but she knew she would just lock herself inside her room and watch the sky from her window till she falls asleep and wake up the next day. She also didn't want to walk around the streets at a weather like this, it was just too cold for her liking. Her lips were already dry, and her nose was already red. Her eyes were tearing up, and the tips of her ears felt like they were frozen.

So, she decided to stop by a library and chill. Probably a nice choice she made, the library had a small cafe over it and it was warm inside, it also smelled like coffee which made her relax.

"Wha— oh— oh.." The barista's face flushed when he saw the girl standing infront of him. She reciprocated his actions and coughed once, trying to take his attention. "What can I get you?" He asked with a small voice. "A cup of french vanilla." She timidly replied, her fingers seemed much more interesting. "Size?" He asked again as he unconsciously glanced at the girl. "Regular." He nodded and took a cup front the side, writing a few things on it before looking back at the girl with a soft gaze. "Na—Name?" He asked, visibly gulping. He didn't know why he was stuttering, maybe because he was infront of a lovely person. "Hyagura." She answered smoothly, the boy taking his time to rehearse her name inside his head, trying not to forget it. "Okay, I'll just, I'll just— well, uh. You can just wait there and I'll just call your name later on." The boy said shyly, Hyagura knew how cafés worked but she didn't want to look too proud. She only nodded and went to one of the couches, waiting for her drink patiently.

"What's with you today?" The barista's co-worker asked the flushed boy. Her eyebrow raised with hands on her hips. "You aren't usually this shy, Taeyong. Is it because of that pretty freshman?" The named boy's eyes widened, his face redder than the velvet cake he baked earlier. "I mean, she is pretty..." Taeyong admitted, scratching the back of his head sheepishly and ruffling the ends of his hair roughly. His co-worker cackled at the poor boy, making him giggle and jump around the kitchen. "Oh gosh, even though I appreciate you being oh so happy, stop jumping around my kitchen, Lee."

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"Hyagura?" Taeyong yelled, his heart thumping a bit faster. The girl approached quickly, smiling at the boy who had her drink. "Thanks." She flashed him a smile again, making his face flush a bit. He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, haha, anytime. H—Hope you come back, I mean, come again. Yeahahaha." Taeyong awkwardly stuttered, he seemed like rapping, he was blabbering the words out so fast. Hyagura chuckled at him and shook her head, "Sure..?"

"Taeyong. Lee Taeyong." He bowed and gave her a tight smile. She bowed back and waved at him with her signature smile.