Minah did not expect anything special that morning.
She had come to the café only to pick up her usual iced latte before heading to work.
Her headphones were in, music low, her mind still replaying the strange but sweet messages she'd received from "StarBoy."
But then—everything froze.
Because the moment she pushed the café door open, a tall man in a cap and mask stepped inside at the same time.
She almost bumped into him.
He stepped back quickly, holding the door for her.
"Sorry," he said softly.
Something about the voice made Minah pause.
Warm. Familiar. Too familiar.
The man kept his head down, but Minah's heart began racing for no reason.
She walked inside, still confused, still thinking about that voice.
She ordered her drink, waited near the counter, mind drifting.
Then she heard it again—the same soft voice.
"One iced americano, please."
Her heart dropped.
It was him.
She didn't know how she knew…
She just knew.
When he stepped aside and pulled down his mask slightly to drink water, her breath caught.
It was the celebrity everyone admired.
The man whose posters filled the city.
The man whose smile made millions scream.
The man who had been secretly texting her.
He lifted his head slightly…
And for one second, one long second,
their eyes finally met.
Minah froze.
He froze.
Recognition flashed in his eyes—surprise mixed with something else.
Something he had been hiding behind the screen.
Before she could speak, her drink was ready.
"Order for Minah!"
She grabbed the cup with trembling hands.
The moment his eyes saw her name on the cup, he blinked sharply.
His chest rose.
He whispered, almost too quietly:
"…Minah?"
Her heart exploded.
She didn't answer.
She couldn't.
Her legs had already carried her outside, her heart beating like thunder.
Behind her, the door opened again.
She didn't turn.
But she heard footsteps.
Slow.
Careful.
Coming closer.
"Minah… wait."
For the first time,
his real voice
called her name.