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She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.

Their wish had been granted--Sooyoung counted stop looking at her smiling boyfriend in awe that such a small act could make him this happy. She gave the nervous looking employee a reassuring smile before they walked out of her sight. Chills ran over Sooyoung's skin as she felt the warmth of Jongin's breath on her skin. A timid grin surfaced upon her features and she turned to return the gesture, but the stern look of the man in the window made her lose her focus. He didn't even speak, and Sooyoung quickly took the straws from him before hurrying away.