___ Yong ( + ) Haera
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█ ▌His thumb was stuck against the tip of a straw much too tiny to drink from - and against his hand, it looked like a toothpick. He used it to stir the warm coffee, tracking lazy swirls of foam and latte until the beverage gave a small upheaval from the weight of another cup being placed on the table. He glanced up, abandoning his cooling stick and slumping back against his chair with a set of pursed lips.
“Please don’t tell me he’s showing up like last time. I’d be heart broken if our date was pushed to a third party.” His hand covered his heart as if the teasing was an endearing notion, his expression falling into an unnatural pout. Usually, Haera managed to trick him into a social gathering with his rival: this time it looked safe, but he could never be sure. His gaze flitted to the windows just in case.
“And I don’t have enough to pay for him.”
