Snow powdered on the short brunette hair, painting the natural stain of dark with bits and dots of white gliding all the way down to the male’s shoulder pad. As soon as Kiyong arrived in that establishment, he payed his attention to his features, dusting the mess on his coat and brushed the snow from his head. He sniffed dry, patting his cheeks with his palms after they liberate from his gloves. The warmth slowly crawled back to his senses, his eyes feast around the interior design, the faces of the workers and visitors. He smiled. Kiyong marched to the counter and asked for a latte, determined to flow a coil feeling in his stomach. Reaching for his cup, he searched for an empty table but found nothing, instead, his attention was caught by a male sitting alone. He approached it with a friendly smile. “Can I?”
In an instant it seemed the entire cafe was filled to the brim. Though with his attention being solely on the book in his hand he didn’t pay it any mind and continued on with his reading. It wasn’t until he heard a voice with a request he presumed was towards him did he lifts his head. The fable’s eyes quickly scanned around and realized just how many had entered the cafe after him. ‘Since when—’ he thought to himself, and wondered just how popular had this shop become. Usually it was near empty, then again he did visit on odd hours most days. Looking up at the male he nodded, he was after all in a better mood he had seen in years. “Feel free.”, though the smile was not returned his voice was calm, the usual sharpness gone from it.