[ Kwang looks around the coffee shop when they make their way inside. It's warm and cozy, a little vintage. Music from much before the war is playing as they weave their way around to find a table in a corner.

He puts the bag down on the table as he gives the shop another look, spotting the large pastries display by the counter with a grin. ]

No, never. I don't come into town too often, actually. Sit, I'll go order.

[ He does, getting them a couple extra pastries along with Junsu's biscotti, and coffees, bringing it all back on a tray, hands steady. When he's done, he settles across from Junsu, leaning over the table a bit. ]

Can I ask you something? It may be personal.