Jungkook's POV

There he sat again. I don't know what his name is, I don't know how old he is or where he lives, but I always have been interested in him. He always sat on the same place, the same long table as me behind the window. He usually ordered a cappuccino. Afterwards he would sigh and open his laptop to work, as I do always. I don't think he has ever noticed me. I'd love to talk to him but I'm too shy for that... Milla comes with our coffees. I started to sip my coffee and work on my laptop. I looked over for a second. He was so concentrated. To be honest, he looked really handsome, his cheekbone, his plumbed lips. I couldn't get enough of his adorable little fingers ticking on his computer.  As usual he's working on a document, he's such a hard worker. I looked on my watch. Ten past eight... wait a moment, he always leaves around seven fifty. "Should I tell him?" Before I even could answer myself, my question was already answered. Suddenly he stood up and rushed out of the shop. I saw his scarf laying on his chair. I looked over to Milla and she gave me this stare of "keep it" So I did. I'm probably going to see him tomorrow anyway. This will also be a good opportunity to talk to him.