Self Para: Black Pearl Cafe's Final Close.
He was getting tired of being the only one in the cafe, making everyone's drinks, getting yelled at if they were made wrong or given a few second later than they expected it. Of course, Park Chanyeol didn't mind. He expected it when his best friend disappeared on him for the nth time and continued to be M.I.A. for the past few weeks.
Of course, not to mention, the fact that he was the only one to spend his entire day alone in the cramped up cafe that smelled like honey buns and strawberry cheesecake along with coffee for a good fourteen hours a day, six days a week... with no help.
So, like the sleep-deprived and almost-too-irritable-to-be-considered-safe-by-his-standards man he was, he closed the restaurant for the remaining of the month.
Black Pearl Cafe was beginning to get on his last nerves, really. The smell of the food and coffee made him want to throw up. What was even worse was that the smell was almost embedded onto him. Chanyeol spent a lot of money on dry cleaning which, in fact, successfully got rid of the scent of the damn cafe he was getting too tired of. He began to stop stocking up. He made his mind: Black Pearl Cafe was coming to a close for good. He put the area up for sale-- incognito, of course.
Park Chanyeol spent this day as his last; he kept an extra wide smile on his face, gave each customer the best service he could muster, and when the time came for closing, he closed the cafe that had been empty; there were no honey buns, strawberry cheesecake buns, croissants, pastries, macaroons, coffee beans, boba, nothing. Park Chanyeol kept the grin on his face as the last drop of milk had been used in the last cup of coffee he sold.
He walked along the familiar floors of the always-clean cafe, looking at the wall, the tables, the stools, the windows, and the empty displays where the pastries once were. A small fire ignited in the pit of his stomach as he realized that this was the final day of working in this cafe; was this what he really wanted? He couldn't tell. His grin fell to a weak smile, then it became a firm line-- his cheeks were throbbing from smiling all day. Park Chanyeol spent his last day in the cafe. He sold it to a man and woman who wanted to create a restaurant together. He thought about the family, how they would depend on their restaurant for their income.
This area wasn't bad at all-- in fact, this place was near shopping stores as well as banks. It could be great for those on a lunch break. Chanyeol's hopes weren't completely gone, now that he thought about the family. He sincerely wished them the best. Chanyeol finally walked to the mini stage that had been collecting dust. The red velvet curtains remained the way they were; he stared at the microphone on the stand that stayed there since the first Entertainment Night issued its first debut. He sighed softly as he stepped on the stage, walking along the wooden floor. He felt his head begin to ache. He needed to leave.
It really was goodbye, wasn't it?
Chanyeol took off his apron, grabbed his sweater, and stepped out of the cafe. He locked the doors, and headed home.
Black Pearl Cafe was gone.
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