40. Muse A works at a coffee shop and Muse B always leaves a nice big tip.
▋ Taking random jobs here and there have became a quite common thing in the photographer’s life considering his hobby would only get him money when it came to a big and fancy event. This week he had taken a shift during afternoons at a coffee shop, only being able to go home at late nights, though he didn’t mind considering the money was more than enough for him—honestly, he was pretty much convinced he was being paid more than the other employees, once again, because of his looks, but he wasn’t complaining either. The more he could get, the better.
As the days went by, he would get tips here and there from costumers, mostly females, though some males dared to do it sometimes, not that he was complaining, honestly. Though there was someone, a quite unique looking female who would always add a quite generous amount of money to his tips—most times he felt like bowing and refusing it because yes, it was way too much even if his services were quite good. It was unfair to keep accepting tips from the female like that, right? It wasn’t right, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to question her throughout the week … that was, until the very last day he was going to be working there.
”Good afternoon, miss.” It was his daily greeting towards the female, and she was probably used to it by now, giving him a sweet smile while greeting him in return with a small bow. “I would like to ask you something.” And he was positioning himself in front of the female, swallowing dryly while having his long fingers clinging to the hem of his shirt as his nerves started getting the best of him as per usual—but he took a deep breath instead of turning around and running away. “Why do you always give me a large amount of money as tips? Even if my services are good … I feel guilty for accepting it when I know it’s unfair to you.” Long fingers were brought to rub the back of his neck, expecting some sort of explanation from the female.
”I was expecting you to ask that … so let me explain.” With the sweet smile never fading from her lips, she proceeded, the male intently listening to her next words. “I’m not from here, Korea—I’m from Japan. Whenever I walk into coffee shops and try ordering something, most people don’t quite understand due to my pronunciation. You though—you have always understood what I wanted and prepared everything in the most perfect way possible. Believe me, money is not something I worry about. You look young and you probably have bills bottles up, right? Big tips don’t mean anything else but a thank you, dear.”
Oh. Everything made sense now. Damn, how lazy could Thomas be to understand things? That felt nice though, knowing his smallest efforts paid off, and that he was able to male at least one person that happy. The feeling was rewarding, and his lips were tugging up to into a smile, bowing towards the female and having the usual crimson ting brushing over his cheeks. “I’m glad I was of some help. Even though it’s my last day here, it was a pleasure to meet you. I won’t ever forget your words, miss. Please do have a great like here in Korea. People like you truly deserve it.”
