miyeon didn't even know it happened.
one second was her tongue was feeling a bit too hot and needed some refreshment, next the ocha was all over her tray & table, even soaking the tissues the restaurant had set on her tray.
of course, like any other human being, she panicked.
she stood up in a rush (even knocking her chair right into the back of her booth) and felt so frazzled. this never happened. secretly, miyeon blamed it on the boy.
speaking of him, the boy immediately stood up, got out of his booth, and went over to help. the curtain covering up his face, miyeon was only now able to see the boy's face. and she wished she didn't.
it was the kim mingyu of seventeen.