As I watch from the side, I see Jungkook making his way toward Daisy's table, a small golden box in his hand. Sitting in the chair in front of her, he pushes the box toward her and takes out his phone, busying himself with it.
A big smile appears on Daisy's lips as she takes the box and pulls out a beautiful bracelet (what I assume to be diamond). Squealing, she puts it on and takes a picture.
Not wanting to see more,I turn around and step into the kitchen. Taking hold of my pad and pen from the lower shelf I make my way toward their table.
Before appearing in front of them I pull my hair into a bun .I clear my throat when reaching their table to get their attention.
"Good evening. What would you like to order?" I ask, not letting the bitterness shown,speaking in a sweet, formal tone.
A gasp escapes Daisy's lips as she looks at me.
"Oh my, I know you! Weren't we classmates in high school? But I forgot your name," she says, pouting.
My eyes widen in shock, but I quickly put on a blank face and tell a lie.
"I'm sorry, miss, but I think you have mistaken me for someone else. I don't know you."
"No, no, we were really in the same..."
"Daisy, can you shut your mouth!" Flinching, Daisy looks at Jungkook.
"If she says she didn't attend the same high school, leave her alone and just order so I can leave!"
Feeling embarrassed, she plays with her fingers and looks through the menu.
"Well, two mushroom steaks and wine will be alright,"
she says, closing the menu. She picks up her phone and dials a number.
"I brought a cake with me. Can you guys serve it to us?"
Nodding at her, I write down the order. But I noticed that throughout the conversation, Jungkook never looked up from his phone.
"Anything else, ma'am?" I ask.
Shaking her head with a smile, she talks on her phone, dismissing me.
Stealing a quick glance at Jungkook, I see him already staring my way. As we make eye contact, he gives me a smile and then looks down.
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Flustered, I head back to the kitchen and place their orders.
As Jasmine and Jorge prepare their order, a man in a black suit came inside and handed us a box. Opening it, I find a velvet cake with "HBD Daisy" written in italics over it.
We placed it on a cake table and put it inside the fridge. The guy who handed us the cake instructed us to serve it with the steak.
Nonetheless, we did as they said. I sat on a stool beside them, lost in my thoughts as many questions rose in my head.
Why was Jungkook being so rude to her, then smiling at me?
Being Jungkook's girlfriend, I used to envy her in high school out of jealousy, but she was a very nice girl.
Intelligence, wealth, beauty, manners, confidence, respect—she had it all. But she was never boastful; mostly, she was modest.
In most of the books I read, the rich girls were mean and flawed in their etiquette, but in real life, they seemed perfect in every sense.
Even though I wanted Jungkook to adore me, seeing the girl he had already made me wonder: why would he ever choose me when he had an angel already beside him?
"Y/N, the food is ready. Come serve them. We will bring the cake as we also have to sing the birthday song for her."
Taking the food from her, I adjust my work attire to look presentable.
. **Author's POV**
"Daisy, this is the last time! I won't tolerate it again!" Jungkook glared at her, fuming.
"I'm sorry, Jungkook, but I just wanted to spend my birthday with you," she says, tears welling up in her eyes as she looks at him, hurt.
"I wouldn't even spend a minute with you if it weren't for my father, and you know that!" he snaps, throwing a card her way.
"Is this what you call a birthday celebration? If you lie about such things again to meet me alone, I won't care what my father says. I'll show you hell."
Feeling stupid, Jungkook didn't care if someone heard him. He had decided to visit her birthday party for only five minutes. With many people around, he wouldn't have to meet her.
Handing the gift to one of her bodyguards and informing his father that he spend some time with her Was his plan.
But she had lied to him, arranging a dinner for just the two of them.
"Jungkook, why can't you see I love you?" Tears stream down her red cheeks as she looks at him.
"Just give me a chance, please! One chance is all I ask from you!" she pleads silently.
Her tears had no effect on him. He looked toward the reception area.
"I don't love you and I never will. Get that through your head, Daisy."
Y/n pov
Cleaning the tables, I pick up the dirty dishes but notice Jungkook's plate still full. Shrugging, I finish my work and say my goodbyes.
After serving them food, Jungkook and Daisy barely touched their plates.
As Jasmine and George sang a happy birthday song for her, she just silently cutted her cake and took a small piece to feed Jungkook.
But what he did next made me feel bad for Jasmine ,he just turned his head away from her, got up, and left.
But who am I to judge? Maybe they just had a small fight.
Wearing my bag, as I had came straight from university.The bell rang as I opened the front door of the café. Heading to my left, I checked the time—7:01. Anna must be back from her job as well.
Humming, I fold my hands behind my back. Feeling the soft breeze touch my face while hearing the rustling sound of trees, I felt as if my body had been given a free massage, and all the tiredness of the hectic day was gone.
But the peace was soon broken as someone started walking beside me.
"Hi," that someone said breathlessly, as if he had run to catch up with me.
"I was waiting for you, but I accidentally fell asleep while doing so." Scratching the back of his neck, he looks at me.
"Come on, Y/N, I'll drop you. I'm also going the same route," Jungkook said, messaging someone on his phone.
"I can go on my own, Jungkook. Please don't follow me." Taking fast steps, I saw the bus stand a few meters away, the flickering neon lights above it visible from a distance.
"Please don't avoid me, Y/N. I won't bother you tomorrow. Just let me accompany you," he pleaded, standing in front of me.
