[ Thomas can only stare curiously at the gap that previously inhabited Minho, waiting patiently for the surprise - and really, he can't stop himself from feeling just the smallest bit giddy in anticipation. It is a bit strange, though, just standing around and waiting. Tommy fumbles with his cup, pulling the top off to blow on it while he looks at everyone else in the Starbucks dutifully typing on their keyboards, sipping their drinks. The place seems cozy, nice.

When Minho comes back out, Thomas can't help the smile stretching across his face - bringing up a free hand to cover the laugh that escapes, like he could pull if from the air before it reaches Minho's ears. ]

I've been looking for that.

[ And Minho looks hilarious in it, because he's such a big guy. It hugs all his muscles in exactly the right ways, and Tommy finds his hand lifting up automatically and without thought, like he wants to go feel one muscular arm. ]

You're so - [ But he catches himself before he actually touches Minho, wrapping his hand back around his drink and cringing awkwardly. ] - it, uh. It looks good on you. You should wear my clothes more often.