Restaurant

I w want food

Rich came with many titles. Snobby, rude, arrogant... Kibum, unfortunately, was all three. He looked down on others and claimed to be perfect, all with his nose high in the air and a smooth, perfectly postured walk. However, Kibum was far from perfect. He thought he was and he'd honestly groan very well at looking over it. "Americano Cappuccino, extra vanilla." His large sunglasses hung over the edge of his nose as he looked at the barista closely. "I want it cold too. Chilled." He ran a hand through his thick blonde hair, clearing his throat. It was two o'clock and he already needed a drink.

Someone buy me food!
*lays down on the table and sprawls my limbs out*