" Wait... This isn't a cafe...? "
He pulled out his phone and opened it, showing the address.
" Welp... Unless cafe was a euphemism, then we're at the wrong place. "
Then he heard a knock at the door. He didn't even notice the phone because he was so focused on making himself look handsome for that man.
With plaid pants, a light blue shirt, and a darker tie, he was all set. All that was left was his gray diamond-patterned cardigan and his brown shoes. >
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And knock.
Texting, a good 15-20 minutes before the agreed time:
π±: Here.
