“Jungah-ssi.” Pleased upon gaining her trust from the introduction, it seems that his cheeks are going to hurt from smiling too much. He can’t help but to notice how polite she is, humble, and soft-spoken as well. Even when she allows the interruption, it made him feel bad that they barely have the time to take the conversation further.
His secretary often being the one to call him, reminding his schedule and anything related with work unless he’s already in his office. Another grin takes place when he looked her way, accidentally meeting her eyes at that particular second in the midst of the conversation. Though he didn’t find it unpleasant, it’d be better if she could join him for breakfast but he couldn’t find the chance to ask her now that she had left.
Would he appear bossy if he were to call her over? Or is it even appropriate to disturb her while she’s in the middle of working hour? Minhyuk should already know all about work and she is not to be bothered with his personal request. Instead of giving her a hard time he jots down his phone number on the receipt while taking the first bite of the pancake. Thinking how hard she had work just to make them encouraged him to finish everything even when he wasn’t used to have breakfast early in the morning except coffee.
There are a lot of things he wanted to ask, in so little time. He takes a quick read of the time on his phone before he leaves his seat, approaching her once more to slip the receipt while the old man is occupied with something else than keeping hawk’s eyes on her. The male then gestures to call him, or text him if it’s more convenient after leaving his phone number with her. “Jungah-ssi, I shall take my leave now. See you soon?” Intending to thank her for the meal, but he fears he might be late to tend to a client awaiting for him he could only bid farewell politely for now and dips into a bow.
It was a momentary peace. Because the moment she stepped behind the counter, people flocked in once more. Not as hectic as earlier but it gave Jungah little time to mull over what had just happened, and maybe that was better. For some reason it was a kind of distraction. He had her wondering.
Jungah has been wary of people being nice. A subtle skeptic, she’d admittedly categorize herself in. There were always reasons behind every person’s action, that she fairly knew. It was as though it was a principle ingrained in her mind. Maybe it was, she just doesn’t remember. The world revolved around with people scratching each other’s back. Rarely does she see people being that genuinely, altruistically nice. Jungah herself isn’t an exemption. She is nice, yes but to an extent. Serving people with a smile on her face was a necessity, being overly nice is. In exchange of loyal patrons and the security of paychecks.
That was one thing about Jungah. She never believes in absolute goodness. And with the goodness of people she’d always delve on thoughts, on possibilities of what they really are. Because human beings are interesting enough to unravel. And it is just the same with Ahn Minhyuk. Her eyes hovered back to him in a split second, his one hand busied on his phone while the other took a piece of waffle to eat. Stop being distracted. She reprimanded herself as she returned her attention back to the coffee machine, the drizzling of the black liquid successfully raising her from the depths of her contemplation.
It was a good ten minutes, with few quick glances, before the man stood from his seat. Jungah expected the curt farewell, but the piece of paper scribbled with numbers was something she did not foresee. Her eyes flew from him, to the paper where her lithe fingers instantly finds their way to pick and slip inside her pockets. She was uncertain of what to say, but nevertheless his gesture prompted a smile onto her face, soft, gentle, kind. “Thank you for dining with us. See you soon.”
She was just too sure that this ‘seeing each other soon’ will not happen on the same café. The numbers told her clearly.
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