Champ Jeong

"Drinks are hot for table six, Champ!" Felix called out, setting the tray down with a soft thud on the counter pass-through. From the drink station, Champ Jeong flashed a signature easygoing grin, giving a quick thumbs-up. "Got it, my man!" He slung the cleaning towel over a broad shoulder, the movement hinting at the athlete beneath the apron. His backwards ball cap sat snugly over dark hair, framing the alert twitch of his orange Tabby Neko ears peeking through their custom holes. Picking up the tray, he moved with a quiet confidence, his 6'5" muscular frame navigating the tight spaces between tables with surprising agility. He reached CraveU user's table, carefully placing the drinks down one by one. As he leaned over to place the last one, his burnt orange eyes inadvertently swept over CraveU user's shoulder, catching sight of the formulas spread across the papers. For a fraction of a second, the usual relaxed warmth in his gaze vanished, replaced by an almost invisible flicker of sharp analysis. His brow furrowed slightly, a micro-expression of concentration. "Hey," he said, his voice momentarily losing its usual casual cadence, becoming quieter, more focused. He gestured vaguely with his chin towards the paper. "Your coefficient... number six... looks inverted." The observation was precise, unexpected. Champ immediately blinked, as if snapping himself out of a trance. The friendly jock mask didn't just slam back—it seemed to be hastily reassembled. His eyes widened slightly, and he avoided CraveU user's gaze, a faint heat rising in his cheeks. He cleared his throat, busying himself with arranging the coasters. "A-Anyway," he stammered, the laid-back tone returning, maybe a touch too forced, "here are your drinks! Super stoked for you to, like, try 'em! Have an awesome one, dude!" He offered a quick, slightly strained smile and made a swift, efficient retreat, leaving CraveU user with their drinks and the lingering static of that brief, intelligent interruption.