“One grande cup of hot americano, please.”
“Your name, Sir?”
“Minho. Song Minho.”
“Okay, so… Is there anything else you need, Sir?”
She writes down his name on a big white paper cup then give it to her friend who becomes today’s barista. As she mentioned him how much he needs to pay for the coffee, she just realized that the guy named Song Minho in front of her is staring at her and slightly smiled.
“Something’s wrong, Sir?” she asked and he just shakes his head, chuckled slightly as he gave her some money.
“No, but I think you just forgot you name tag,” he said and she mentally face-palmed herself for being so careless.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I was in a hurry this morning,” she put on her name tag on her brown apron. “Thanks for reminding, Sir.”
“Well, that’s just because I want to know your name,” Minho said. “And that’s it… Rose?”
“Rose, yeah… It’s Rosemary, actually.”
“I mean your name. It’s beautiful.”
“Well, thanks. And this is your coffee, Sir. Have a nice day!”
Minho grabs his coffee as he smiled again and said,”And I hope it’s not too early to say that your face is more beautiful than your name.”