who is he?
After reading what was on the paper, I felt happy.
No one told me before that my smile is beautiful.
And I also felt astonished.
Who is he to tell me this?
He is not even my friend.
Or my love or someone I know.
He is just a customer.
Well ,he isn't just a normal customer, it's a little different.
He is handsome, but the rest of the customers are not as beautiful as he is.
I put the paper inside my coat.
After about 5 hours, I finished my work and came home.
I got to the house and then entered my room.
There was no one at home because my parents live in Canada.
I changed my clothes and sat on the bed, then held the paper in my hands and read it more than once.
And I kept wondering who he was and how he knew me.
He may be a compliment, but his features are a little familiar.
Uh, I don't know, I will sleep.
••••••••••••
The next day I woke up and put on my work clothes.
I kept distributing orders to customers. Until I heard the doorbell sound announcing the entry of another customer.
I looked at the door and saw the handsome young man again.
But wait.
Doesn't this happen in most dramas?
I mean, the heroine works as a waitress while she is busy with her work.
The very handsome hero enters and always asks for his usual request.
Oh, as if I am watching a drama now.
I went to the handsome young man and took his request, and he never stopped smiling at me.
Well, if I die, it will be because of the beauty of his smile.
I took his order, but he didn't order latté, he ordered mango juice.
I was standing in the café kitchen for about ten minutes and took his request to give it to him.
"How much is juice?" He asked me with a smile.
Please stop smiling, you are killing me.
"It's three dollars, sir"
I said, looking away at his face
"Thank you. I'll enjoy the juice" he said, smiling again.
Please, my heart, do not stop now.
"No thanks for my duty, sir" I said this and then went to take someone else's requests.
After a while I looked at him and saw him looking at me and smiling too.
Damn please, stop smiling.
And why is he looking at me like this?
I ignored the handsome guy and then took another customer's request.
After a quarter of an hour, I saw the handsome young man go.
I went to his table to take the mug.
I found another piece of paper next to the cup!
It was cute, It was in pink color, and it was drawn with cute shapes.
I started reading what was in it.
•You may not remember me, but I do remember everything about you and never tell me sir again. From K.T.H•
No one told me before that my smile is beautiful.
And I also felt astonished.
Who is he to tell me this?
He is not even my friend.
Or my love or someone I know.
He is just a customer.
Well ,he isn't just a normal customer, it's a little different.
He is handsome, but the rest of the customers are not as beautiful as he is.
I put the paper inside my coat.
After about 5 hours, I finished my work and came home.
I got to the house and then entered my room.
There was no one at home because my parents live in Canada.
I changed my clothes and sat on the bed, then held the paper in my hands and read it more than once.
And I kept wondering who he was and how he knew me.
He may be a compliment, but his features are a little familiar.
Uh, I don't know, I will sleep.
••••••••••••
The next day I woke up and put on my work clothes.
I kept distributing orders to customers. Until I heard the doorbell sound announcing the entry of another customer.
I looked at the door and saw the handsome young man again.
But wait.
Doesn't this happen in most dramas?
I mean, the heroine works as a waitress while she is busy with her work.
The very handsome hero enters and always asks for his usual request.
Oh, as if I am watching a drama now.
I went to the handsome young man and took his request, and he never stopped smiling at me.
Well, if I die, it will be because of the beauty of his smile.
I took his order, but he didn't order latté, he ordered mango juice.
I was standing in the café kitchen for about ten minutes and took his request to give it to him.
"How much is juice?" He asked me with a smile.
Please stop smiling, you are killing me.
"It's three dollars, sir"
I said, looking away at his face
"Thank you. I'll enjoy the juice" he said, smiling again.
Please, my heart, do not stop now.
"No thanks for my duty, sir" I said this and then went to take someone else's requests.
After a while I looked at him and saw him looking at me and smiling too.
Damn please, stop smiling.
And why is he looking at me like this?
I ignored the handsome guy and then took another customer's request.
After a quarter of an hour, I saw the handsome young man go.
I went to his table to take the mug.
I found another piece of paper next to the cup!
It was cute, It was in pink color, and it was drawn with cute shapes.
I started reading what was in it.
•You may not remember me, but I do remember everything about you and never tell me sir again. From K.T.H•
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