Author POV:
As Tae was cleaning the tables his eyes caught something white on the table top. He got close to that particular table and found out that there was a small white paper folded slip. He looks at it and starts thinking that maybe someone left it here accidentally. But then it would not be folded so neatly.
He slowly opened the slip with his long fingers. He is quite a curious person. So blamed his curiosity on not thinking about how this step was leading the flow of his life toward something unusual or more perilous.
He opened the slip and some words in beautiful, fancy, and curvy handwriting were written there in golden ink.
He thought who is this person who used golden ink pen so casually? Like come on only higher and royals could afford golden ink.
It's the norm of society that classify citizens with these types of rules based on their social status. Why do we have to remind ourselves every moment of our lives that we just can't be equal to each other?be it gender, economic, cultural, racial, or social inequality.
On the slip it was written,
As he saw the words his caramel-brown eyes widened a bit, and his perfect arch, thick eyebrows furrowed together in a thinking way.
"See you soon my Angel. Reading this Tae feels a little crept out by a specific word in the note which is 'my'.This note is giving him a feeling of uneasiness and anxiety about something he doesn't know.
He tried to recall who could be this person. As he is moving the wheels of his mind he remembers that strange man who was giving him some strange type of stares which he couldn't point out the feeling. It felt like the person was starting right through his soul.
As he was so busy at that time he didn't look at the stranger's property which means that he didn't see his facial features or something of the person that could help him identify the man. He only saw his back and that was too in a rush.
" Who can be this stranger?" tea said thinking hard.
As he was thinking his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen, It was his reminder to not be late for his meeting with Jimin.
He looks at the clock it's 4 pm. His shift ending time. So he put the slip in his pocket hurriedly and went to change his clothes.
He changed his clothes and packed his stuff. After that, he went to the kitchen to ask for the remaining food.
"Monsieur Paul"?, Tae said in his French accent with that deep voice of his.
"Yes?"An old man wearing chef's clothes answered.
"Is there any food that is wasted or extra?", Tae asked the chefs.
"Yes, there is".
" You know, some food gets wasted every day by those rich and arrogant customers." the old man said disappointed with the humans who waste food.
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Sweet Thirst
Fanfiction"In the subtle dance between dusk and dawn, this book invites you into a world where a bubbly human and a enigmatic vampire king find solace in each other's company. As shadows whisper their secrets, watch the delicate threads of love weave a tale...