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“a pianist,” she says, voice quiet. it’s nothing but a distant dream now, tucked away in the trove of childhood memories she would rather leave untouched, yet the thought of it somehow still manages to make her heart sink.

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damage control

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monday mornings are her favourite. there’s a vague feeling of new beginnings in the air and the absence of the weekend crowd.

god, the weekend crowd.

weekends are for people to let loose. for goeun, that means weekends are for dealing with a steady stream of people through the door and more often than should be, which is never at all, teenagers who expect her to turn a blind eye.

don’t get her wrong now, she enjoys her job enough to have stuck with it all her life. it’s just that she prefers the idling about part of the job description.

so she sets about her daily morning routine. she dusts the shelves, sweeps the floor, sits down for a cup of tea by the window and looks out at the people passing by. she makes up stories for each of them; that girl in the school uniform seems like she’s going to school but is actually on her way to rendezvous with an older guy who is going to show her the hidden parts of this town and steal her young heart, that guy in the suit has a well-paying job and leads a comfortable life but even that cannot fill the void his ex-girlfriend left in his heart, that elderly woman with the bent back and walking cane worked hard all her life to raise her kids only to be all alone when they leave the island for greener pastures.

half a cup of tea later, goeun is concocting a story for even the cat that saunters by and mumbling about how the best mornings are monday mornings, when a certain bright-eyed and bushy-tailed guy walks past the door and makes her swallow her words.