My Bodyguard

8

I walked around the block, feeling bored and I found a place that name Joe's Cafe.

It was small but packed and I found myself a seat. I felt awkward and uncomfortable but I wanted to try going to a place by myself.

I've been eyeing this cafe since Aarav told me it's a place that sells coffee and pastry. I was interested in how it works.

"Hi! How can I help you?" A girl with pink hair came to me with a menu and I cracked a small smile, staring at it.

"Can I get the Hazelnut Latte? And that." I said pointing at the pastry I see from here and she looked at her back.

"You'll need to choose from there and I'll bring it to you."

"Oh? Okay, thank you." I said getting down from my seat, gripping on my sling bag and went to the pastry section.

I stared at the display, wanting to get something later for Aarav.

"Excuse me?" I called and a guy came, making me so uncomfortable but I tried my best to stay calm. I still haven't get used to interacting by myself.

And a guy besides Aarav makes me feel uneasy.

"Hi! What can I get you?" He asked with a smile and I pointed at the croissant and a brownie.

I know these since I use to make in my father's kitchen. I could say I know everything.

"Alright, anything else?"

"Can I get these for takeaway please?" I pointed at a sausage puff and a pizza bread. He nodded, glancing at me with a smile.

"Thank you." I said with a small smile and got back to my seat.

I stared outside the window, looking at the busy street and I took my phone out, taking a picture.

It looked so pretty and I looked at the clock, not wanting to go home late.

"Here, miss." The girl came to me, putting on my table and I cracked a smile, saying thank you.

I almost took a bite but everyone was taking pictures of what they were eating. Is it necessary?

I just ate it, staring out the window and I shrunk my eyebrows, feeling a bitter aftertaste in the brownies.

Is this how it suppose to taste like?

I tried the croissant and it had no butter taste at all, making me feel more weird. It should be buttery but I shouldn't complain.

I should be grateful for what I get, so I was eating by myself.

"How is the pastries? You've been frowning." The guy from behind the counter came and I looked up at him, glancing at his name tag.

"I'm Joe." He said with a smile and I cracked a small smile at him.

"I'm Ira and this is- I'm sorry for complaining but the brownies are bitter and croissants is soggy." I mumbled, glancing at him and he sighed, sitting in front of me.

"I've been trying to get those right. It's so hard!" He whined and I stared at him, feeling a little awkward that he just sat in front of me.