One Night in Paris [Han Jisung ff]

5 - Breakfast

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. It was 7:30 am. I had barely slept three hours.

I groaned, swinging my arm towards my phone to turn it off. When I sat up on the edge of the bed, all the alcohol of the previous night came back up. I rushed to the bathroom, letting it all out.

My thoughts immediately went to Jisung. I was so worried about him, yet I had no idea on how to contact him. I kept on wondering whether he was feeling as sick as me, or if he had been sleeping well.

My heart skipped a beat, my body filling up with disappointment when I realised I had no idea on how to speak to him. We were supposed to eat lunch together on Thursday, but how was I supposed to know where and at what time was this going to be? He had deleted Chan's number from my phone for privacy reasons, so I was really left with nothing else but a promise to meet again.

I eventually stood up, looking at myself in the mirror. I was met with smudged make up, eye bags and ruffled hair. What a pleasant view.

I showered, then started removing my make up from the previous night, only to apply a little bit right after to cover my eye bags and hide the fact that I was sleep deprived. I put my hair in a ponytail, taking out few strands of hair to make it look more fashionable. I changed into all black clothes, our "uniform" for work, then grabbed my backpack where I threw emergency make up tools, my apron and my perfume.

- Acceptable. - I said, looking at my reflection in the mirror before going out.

When I got to the bakery, the old lady I worked with was already there, getting everything ready before opening the shop at 8:30 am.

- Good morning, Marie. How are you? - The sweet lady in her sixties turned to me with a bright smile, adjusting the pastries on the racks.

- Good morning, Angèle. Did you have fun last night? -

- A lot. - I said with a wide smile, swinging the door open as the clock struck 8:30.

The beginning of the morning was busy as usual, with many people coming in to order coffee and eat pastries before going to work in a rush. Then, it was the time of the old ladies, buying sweets for their grandkids or just to enjoy them by themselves, sitting outside our shop while looking at people walking.

At around 10, the shop was empty, so I decided to take the chance to leave Marie alone at the counter at the front and clean up the room in the back, where four small tables were.

While I was gathering all the used glasses, plates and cups, I heard many voices coming from the entrance, loudly chatting to each other. I almost dropped all of the trays when I recognised who the voices belonged to.

I leaned on the doorframe, admiring them from afar. They were all looking at the pastries, drooling.

Finally, they noticed my presence.

- Han Jisung, you did not just bring all of Stray Kids to my shop. - I laughed, going to hug him, while the rest cooed at us. Jisung whispered something back in Korean, making everybody laugh.

I took a step back, properly introducing myself to the others.

- Annyeonghaseyo, I am Angèle. - I bowed, them bowing in return and responding with an "annyeonghaseyo" in unison.

- Oh, come on, I thought that since today we are going sightseeing, we could have had breakfast here instead of having the plain and boring hotel's one! - I chuckled, knowing damn well he couldn't stay away from me.

- To be clear, I'm not complaining. - I clarified, turning to the rest of Stray Kids with a bright smile. - Do you want to sit or take it to go? -

- Sit! - Seungmin and Felix shouted, followed by noises of agreement from Hyunjin and Minho. Chan had no other option than agreeing.