𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎

🅒🅗🅐🅟🅣🅔🅡 ➌

"The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things."

I spent yesterday, Saturday, lounging around, so I was feeling really guilty today, hence the reason I'm dressed up and heading out.

I knew I was gonna get stared at because I'm black, but experiencing it fed my ego way more than it should. There were more curious stares than anything, so I didn't feel uncomfortable.

I was walking to the nearest café to get something chocolatey. I deserved it. My black boots were tied tight, my khaki cargo shorts were roomy, and the black long-sleeve crop top I was wearing, for once, never made me feel exposed.

The café I entered was a cat café, I prefer dogs, but cats are cute too. Looking through the menu at the counter, I noticed they had some weird options of desserts to choose from. By weird, I mean, they looked too good to be edible.

In the end, I ordered a Pepero cake, macaroons, and an Oreo milkshake. Fortunately, I know how to speak dummy language, so I pointed at what wanted and held up my fingers to indicate how much I wanted.

A black cat jumped into my lap the moment I sat down in the back corner of the café, by the window, I stroked its fur and occasionally scrolled through my phone while my order was getting ready. I had gotten a light to indicate when my order was ready at the counter.

The chair across from me was pulled out and sat upon while I stared out the window, I looked at who sat down, furrowed my eyebrow at him, but went back to staring out the window.

It was nice not seeing traffic laws being disobeyed here, Jamaica really needed to get their shit together.

"Did you already order?"

I nodded without looking at him. He got up, and from the corner of my eye, I saw he took the light indicator, I also noticed a white cat jump unto the pulled-out chair. I turned my attention to the cat who hissed at the black cat in my lap. The black cat jumped off my lap and walked away, tail up in the air.

I looked at the guy from yesterday, admiring the way he moves as he talks to the cashier. He must have felt me staring because he glanced my way, but instead of looking away to continue the conversation he held my gaze until he made his way back to the table with a tray that had our orders on it.

He set our items down and returned the tray.

I tasted the Oreo milkshake first because I hate milk, and I just wanted to try it. It wasn't as bad as I expected. there is no way I can finish drinking off the whole glass, though.

He sat back down as I started to eat the Pepero cake, "Do you like it?".
I nodded and looked at him as he sipped what seemed to be a chocolate shake, I wanted to taste it, it doesn't matter if it's milk, I really like chocolate.

I licked my lips and finally decided to ask, "What are you doing here?"

He pointed to my Oreo shake and then to his shake, "Want to switch?"

"Sure, I'll get you another straw." I pushed my chair back to get up, but he placed down his drink and drank mine directly from the straw I already used. I sat back down, scratched my hair before deciding to go with it, and drank his shake from the rim of the glass when I removed his straw.

"I like this better." He nodded and leaned forward to taste some of my cake, I didn't mind. It was too much for me anyway. What I did mind was him using the same fork so comfortably.

"You didn't answer my question." While sipping my chocolate shake, I paused and looked up at him.

He stopped eating the cake, putting down the fork, and proceeded to fold both his arms over the table, leaning forward, the corners of his mouth tilting up.

"I saw you while crossing the street and decided to keep you company." My head tilted to the side curiously, when I see people I know in public, my first instinct is to go in the opposite direction or avoid their eyes and use earphones to shut off my ears in case they try calling out to me.

He's either very brave and straightforward or has way too much time on his hands. I can't tell him that, though, so I nod as if what he did was normal.

"My name's Kim Min-Jun, by the way."

In my head, I keep forgetting he's fully Korean because he speaks English, but now that I know his name, it's hard to think that way again.

"How do you speak English so well?" He was confident with the way he spoke, his pronunciation, enunciation, etc, I wanted to know how he did it.

"I lived in America for 10 years, I came back to Korea a year ago for college." He ran his right hand through his hair and sipped on the shake again.

I had graduated high school early, finished college early, and burnt out early so he could be older than me and age was a big thing here so hopefully I'll be left alone once he realized I was younger? I don't know.

I looked out the window and took my time eating the cake and drinking the shake. When I was done, I looked up at him.

"Don't you have anything else to do?" The way I said it was kind of condescending, but he did not care one bit.

"At the moment? Nope." He smirked. He knew I was trying to get rid of him. "So, do you want to walk around for a bit?"

I rolled my eyes but nodded anyway, I didn't want to go home, and he distracted me from all the thoughts in my head.

As we walked out of the café I had to brace myself. This could either be the worst decision I made today or the best decision. I could have fun and enjoy this random moment with this stranger, or we could become close, and we both get hurt when I have to leave.

That thought would have made me hesitate before, but Thiah would have just gone along with it.

And
Thiah was my source of courage today.