It's kind of cold outside when Minho comes into
the shop. He had a hat pulled down over his ears,
a sweater and gloves on over his uniform and a
pair of khaki jeans. He pushes his way into the
section behind the counter, already pulling off the
hat and gloves, a hand coming up to brush his
hair back into position as he looks over at Alby.
He offers him a grin and unravels his scarf and
places it on the hat rack before picking up his
own apron.
"Hey, man." He greets, rolling up his sweater
sleeves until they're up above his elbows before
he reaches behind him to tie the apron to his body
before he walks over to the other boy, placing his
hands down on the familiar counter with a small
smile. He liked this little place. It was quiet and
homely. "What're we making for the special today?"