once again.
The sky was slowly starting to darken outside the window, Minsu’s eyes locked on the sky behind the trees across the street, slowly turning shades of orange and red, purples splattered here and there. Customers came in on their way home from work or school, or on their way to their hakwon, grabbing a coffee to keep them going, or to give them enough energy to get home before collapsing into their beds, much like Minsu would prefer to be doing at that moment.
The day had been uneventful, faces both new and old came in, and went, never staying long enough for Minsu to start polite conversation. He was the only one on duty that afternoon, the man who usually worked with him was at the hospital with his daughter - he hadn’t asked what was wrong with her. So he’d spent the entire day running from making drinks, to grilling sandwiches, to taking orders.
He was used to it by now, the need to be fast.
Things were starting to slow down when his eyes fell on her. She looked older than she had those few years ago, when he had last seen her. A girl whose name he was unable to recall, but whose face he knew he’d never forget - who would forget a face like that? As soon as she was close enough to hear him, he spoke quietly,
“I’ve seen you somewhere before.” He wasn’t sure what he wanted to get out of talking to her, but he thought he should - he could recall the situations in which he’d met her, memories somewhat hazy from the alcohol that had inevitably been in his system, but his memories were clear enough to know he’d seen her there during those intoxicated nights. Would she remember him?
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