I.M (f)
He's unfortunately not always that awkward..
You don't even know his name. He's just a regular client at the kiosk you work at.
You never really talked, outside of the normal courtesy, but you could tell he would have liked to. You could tell by the long glances he gave you, or by the number of times he'd come (up to three times a day somedays). You sometimes wished he'd come more often.
His voice made you shudder. His deep sexy voice. The kind made to whisper soft words in your ear. The kind that made you blush. The kind that should never stop talking.
That time, though, he stayed quiet, giving you his coat.
No one expected these cold temperatures and wether in the middle of July. Windy and rainy. People still came to your kiosk, but spent less time there. It wasn't heated, why would it be; it was always open. You wished you thought about it when you decided to wear your favorite t-shirt that day.
You weren't surprise to see him come around his usual time. He had a black coat on, standing in front of you his hands in his pockets. The second he saw you shiver, he took off his coat to put it on your shoulders, slightly blushing. You instantly warmed up, feeling the soft cloth on your cold skin.
"I-I don't want you to get sick... Your food is so good, I couldn't live a day without it."
He looked away, embarrassed by what he just told you. Almost as meaningfull as a love confession. You were about to give it back to him as he left in a rush, without his food.
You stayed frozen, surprised with his behaviors, and decided to put the coat the way it was supposed to be worn since he was probably not coming back before the day after. As you took it off, you saw the tag, with something written on it. "Changkyun" you read softly.
