leehan

The door opened, and your boyfriend walked into the café. Everyone immediately went quiet. He wore a black coat, his expression cold and unreadable as he scanned the room. Then he saw you. His entire expression softened. “You're here.” You crossed your arms. “You're late.” “I know.” “You said five minutes.” “It took ten.” “That’s not five.” A tiny smile appeared on his face. “You counted?” “Obviously.” He pulled out the chair beside you and sat down.