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6 more days
i pulled off my hoodie as i walked into the small cafe. the smell of coffee filled my nose. the air engulfing me like a warm blanket.
i waited behind a small line of people, looking at the menu above the register to decide what i want.
i kept my gaze on the menu as it was my turn to order.
"can i get a-" my mouth dropped as i saw who stood behind the register.
"well hello there," he smiled wide, his dimples making an appearance. "fancy seeing you here."
i chuckled nervously, why nervously? "so this is the job that doesn't pay much?"
he laughed lightly, "yeah...anyways, what would you like?"
"can i have a caramel macchiato?" i asked. he nodded, putting the order into the register.
as i was pulling out my money, he put his hand out, "no. no charge."
"are you sure?" i asked. he nodded, "i owe you one for last night...i was probably embarrassing..."
i smiled, "i think you were fine. you made it to work this morning so..."
"yeah with a bad hangover," he scratched the back of his neck. "i'll get started on your drink."
he gave me a smile as he walked away from the register, going to make my drink while another employee took over.
it wasn't long before he slid my drink towards me, along with a small bag. "you gave me a treat too?" i asked.
he smiled, "you look like a blueberry scone type of girl." this man was a genius. i looked in the small bag to find two, warm, blueberry scones.
"thank you," i smiled. i looked at his name tag, "namjoon."
he chuckled, "yeah, i never got to tell you my name last night..."
i held out my hand, "callista."
his palm was warm and soft as he shook my hand, "callista, huh. very greek mythology. it's cool, i like it."
i gave him a smile before walking away, until he stopped me, "wait! i mean...um, can i maybe get your number? i'd like to get to know you more."
what a pity. that's the thing about my life, i couldn't have friends, let alone a significant other. as much as i wanted to know this guy too, i couldn't.
i chuckled, "trust me, you don't wanna get to know me."
"w-why not?" he asked innocently. i tapped on the cup of my macchiato, walking up to him and sighing, "because i'm not a good person. i can't have friends. you seem really, really, nice. i'm sorry."
and with that i gave him one last smile before walking out the cafe.
it pained me when i saw that he watched me walk away, through the window, until i wasn't in sight.
honestly, i've killed guys the same age as me, but none of them have ever had the effect that namjoon gave to me.
will i ever see you again?
because if i do, i wouldn't want to see that look on your face again.
