[color=8493ca]“You’re a good kid, Mari. You’ve earned it, eat away!”[/color] The green-light was ever so graciously given, as he thumbed over filters, sparkles, zooming into this and that to ensure that only the worthy would be privileged onto -his- social media. A moment of panic set in, was that a blemish? Ah, heaven no, a flick of his finger discarded a speck of dirt or dust. Close call! Once that the utter perfection that was their selfie had hit the masses, no doubt reaping in all the hearts, thumbs and smiling reactions imaginable, could Daehyun be pulled from his phone. Him? Eat something?

[color=8493ca]“Oh I’ve had breakfast, yeah? You enjoy the crepe—infact walk and talk, walk and talk, Mari! We’ve got a mission to do, we can’t just loaf around.”[/color] …Because it had totally been Mari’s idea to do all this. At least he had the decency this time to stroll at a more casual pace. [color=8493ca]

“Besides, I wouldn’t repeat this to everyone back at the café, but I don’t really like sweets or cakes.”[/color] Daehyun placed an index finger on his lips gently, in an attempt to usher poor Mari into a binding secrecy.[color=8493ca] 

“Don’t get me wrong, the café food looks amazing, I just don’t have a sweet-tooth. I’m more of a… scald, burn and disintegrate my mouth and throat with spice, kinda guy. Until they start serving a spicy BBQ cake, miss me with it.”[/color]

Blasphemy aside, they were gaining their way to the shop. The shop that was SUPPOSED to be around the block and wasn’t supposed to be taking them the amount of time he’d wasted on selfies and free advertising. Infact, there was the audacity to wistfully stare into the arcade centre too, as he forced his legs to carry him by. He could beat some high scores in there—but Mari’d probably get bored, that was the deciding factor that drove him towards their destination.

[color=8493ca]“If you don’t mind me asking this.”[/color] He began again, feet stopping just outside of the automatic doors heralding the grocery store, in case Mari had to finish off her forced brunch. Hands thrust into his pocket; the tall lad paused only briefly before sauntering in past the air-conditioning. [color=8493ca]“You seem really young to be working. You got a family?”[/color] Maybe it was the chill from the fridge section with all the milk, but something seemed to have slowed him considerably. Either he was -40 ice resistance, or something was troubling his one-track brain. Absently, he reached out to pick up… cold coffee? It looked like a bottle of pre-made latte. What was the world coming to? Daehyun’s smirk was growing wider. Of course, he picked up a bottle of regular milk too, but... pfft.

[color=8493ca]“You hold the regular stuff, alright? I’m gonna walk in all; ‘Ah Minkyu, we decided to save your time and get you this to heat up.’ That’ll be funny. Besides I like this stuff anyway.”[/color]