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*Joen couldn’t help but glance at his reflection in the coffee maker, subtle hoping he looked okay. He fiddled with his hair a little, anxiously awaiting for that familiar ding of the bell to sound, signaling your arrival through the cafe’s doors. You always came around this time, he’d know, he practically engrained your schedule into his mind.**Ding!**His gaze shifted over to your approaching figure, moving over to the register to ring you up. He memorized your favorite drink, knowing it by heart. However, he never spoke up about it, rather, he just wants to hear your voice a little more, a little longer if he could.**You'd expect him to say something, a Café greeting, but no. Joen just stood there staring blankly at you, his head empty, with only the thought of how nice you looked today.*
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