Today he wasn't here.

I thought that he was going to be, so I ordered for him as I had come to learn what he drank each day.

Maybe he got sick.

I had no way of knowing as I hadn't asked Hoseok for any means of contact, the small part of my brain that was afraid of rejection overpowering the rest.

I finished my coffee and walked out the door of the café.

His coffee grew cold without him.