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THE air is cold as specks of ice fall onto the man's dark hair. Jaebeom pulls his coat over his frame a little tighter, not too fond of the way his body shudders in contrast to the freezing weather.
He takes long strides towards the small diner, praying that he would be welcomed by warm and comforting air. His hand latches onto the door and as he swiftly opens it a wave of warmth hits his face.
His body relaxes and he walks up towards the counter and places his order. Once he's finished, he takes a seat. The door chimes and in walks a petite woman. She was shuddering, lips almost blue. Jaebeom frowns at the thin jacket she wore feeling bad for the young woman.
"I'd like to order the number four meal," her hands shake as she pulls out a twenty-dollar bill from her pocket.
"I'm not taking that." The man at the register says with a blunt look on his face.
The woman looks at him, confusion painted on her sunken face. Her eyes are frantic as she searched for something to say to the rude man.
"Why not?" Jaebeom listens closely, keeping his eyes down as he waits for what will happen next.
"That's not your money, I saw that lady give that to you outside. You can't keep coming here, people like you make this place look bad."
The woman stares in shock at his words, Jaebeom can't believe it either. Before the woman can say anything else, he interrupts her.
"You have to leave, we don't serve beggars here." He says.
The woman's eyes tear up before she's rushing out of the diner and into the cold. Jaebeom abruptly stands as the man comes back with his order.
"Here you go, young sir." He says with a cheery voice as if he wasn't blatantly rude just seconds ago.
"What kind of diner is this?" There's a fire in Jaebeom's eyes as he comes face to face with the man.
