A few moments later, a worker emerged from the back and placed the two drinks on the side counter. “Order for Wonwoo is ready but he’s not here,” stated the older guy with a puzzling voice. Mingyu shot up and said that he’d bring it over to him. He looked up at the clock and figured taking an early break a few minutes early wouldn’t be a bad idea. Especially if he could actually form sentences and speak to Wonwoo. His silver ring that he always wore clanked against the glass cup in his left hand as walked over to Wonwoo who was attentively on his phone. “Here’s your black coffee. Two sugars with a side of emo like you asked.” Mingyu sat in front of him and immediately took a sip. He cracked a small smile, praying it would give him some confidence.