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•