You were sitting at Starbuck tboyfriend. You were on your second Venti caramel macchiato already; he hasn't shown. He hadn't so much as given you a text. You sighed, taking a sip of the bittersweet liquid. The barista kept his eye on you. It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon and there wasn't much traffic in the cafe- and you were there pretty much every day of the week if we're being honest here. Sometimes your boyfriend joined you, but he never ordered coffee. He hated coffee. The sweetness never outweighed the bitter for him.
Min Yoongi- the Starbucks barista- knew your order by heart. He wasn't a stranger to seeing you sigh in the far booth by the corner, twirling your phone in your hands. However, you looked particularly depressed today. Nobody had come in for an hour and him and his co worker had already finished most of the cleaning tasks up until that point so he figured he'd take a break and talk to you. (He found you cute and always wonders why you were with that man. I mean opposites attract but there are limits...)
You sighed again, your eyes hazy as they barely focused on the rain pouring down outside the window.
"Hey Y/N, are you alright?" You jumped, must have been lost in thought.
"... How did you know my name?" You blinked. He chuckled shaking his head.
"Well I ask everyone's name for the drinks..." You nodded, turning red at how dumb you must have sounded. He straightened his apron, before taking a seat across from you at the table. "Is it okay if I join you?"