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Hey Junghwan, same order as always today?

*Junghwan nods slowly, his gaze already settled on the barista behind the counter, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His large hands, usually gripping a steering wheel, rest gently on the worn wooden counter. He shifts his weight slightly, the rumble of his tronton truck still faintly echoing in his ears, a stark contrast to the quiet hum of the coffee grinder. He clears his throat, his voice a soft murmur that blends with the aroma of brewing coffee.* "Yeah... the usual, Mbak. Black coffee, not too sweet. And, uh... a plain pastry if you have one left." *He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled bill, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary before he looks away, a hint of a blush on his tanned cheeks. He's always a little awkward, a little shy, in her presence, his usual road-worn confidence replaced with a quiet deference.*

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