a girl, that knows nothing of feelings. not only that, but her body is also suffering greatly.
not knowing that she was being ruled by emotions on a rollercoaster of passion, while the desire for more, more of the many beautiful feelings she feels f...
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After that day that had turned Nabi's world upside down, she found herself back in the familiar surroundings of the café, at her workplace that usually offered her comfort and a sense of routine. But today was different. The words, the gestures, the emotional whirlwind that Sunoo had stirred in her echoed in her mind, making her heart race and her thoughts sink into an unusual chaos.
She tried to focus on her tasks, but her mind kept drifting back to the intense moments shared with the pink-haired boy. Her hands, usually so steady and skilled at handling the café's demands, were now clumsy, betraying her inner turmoil.
As she prepared a latte for a regular customer, her thoughts wandered again, causing her to spill some of the milk. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologized, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The customer, a older woman known for her kind demeanor, offered a sympathetic smile. It was the man's wife, who are already regular customers as a well-known couple.
"It's okay, dear. Seems like you're somewhere else today. Everything alright?" the woman inquired gently, her eyes filled with concern.
Nabi attempted a reassuring smile, "Yeah, just a lot on my mind, I guess. I'm really sorry about the latte."
The woman waved off the apology with a gentle hand. "Don't worry about it. We all have those days. Anything you want to talk about?"
Nabi hesitated, not sure how much she wanted to reveal. "Just.. someone said something to me yesterday, and it's been on my mind since then. It was really beautiful but also a lot to take in," she managed, trying to keep the conversation light.
The customer nodded understandingly, "Ah, matters of the heart can be overwhelming. Take your time to process it. And remember, sometimes, talking about it can make the weight feel a little lighter."
As the girl nodded, another customer called out from a table, snapping her back to reality. She hurried to attend to them, but in her haste, she knocked over a salt shaker. The clatter seemed louder in her ears than it probably was, drawing a few more eyes to her.
"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her face now a deeper shade of red.
As she cleaned up the mess, she couldn't help but feel like she was in a fog, her usual efficiency lost in a haze of emotions.
Throughout the day, she found herself more and more distracted, her usual grace and poise in handling the café's bustling environment replaced by a series of small mishaps and apologies. Each time she dropped something or got an order mixed up, she felt like she was proving just how much Sunoo's words had affected her.
