Attention caught with that flicker of movement, the removal of ice cream from skin, Sage finds himself blinking rapidly and trying to catch up with the conversation that Minsu has continued. Tries to make sure that he remembers the little things that are being revealed to him about what the barista likes and enjoys (mostly, unsurprisingly, food, though Sage finds himself believing that the other also enjoys his company for its own sake).

He might look a little awestruck when Minsu turns and smiles at him like that. Might try to hide it by stuffing half the rice ball in his mouth like some kind of child with little regard for social cues.

Why did he think this was a good idea again?

"Mmmfmm." Mmm, rice. Though he looks a little disgusted at the sardine comment, tries to chew and swallow so that he can tell Minsu that sardines on a sandwich is a blasphemy of some sort. Ah, he is a work in grace as he finishes that too large bite. "Why did you even put sardines on that?"

It doesn't sound as judgemental as he thought it would, more actual curiosity than anything.

"I don't-- well I used to know how to skate, not very well but," he licks a stray grain of rice from his lip. "We could try skating. Be less embarrassing than dancing I think."

A pause as he considers Minsu while he eats his sandwich.

"Well, less embarrassing for me at least. I feel like you are good with dancing. "