Depict My Love

Part 1: chapter 1

Everyday was the same for Y/n. In the cafe, with lively customers and joyous atmosphere. The cat cafe wasn't too popular, but it sure brought in the customers. She enjoyed working with her co-workers, day to day, same time, same pay. Today was a day like any other, taking orders, catering and interacting with timid cats. Y/n was working the counters, scribbling orders down and making sure everything was going just right. The bell ringed gently as she looked up to see an unreal man walking up to the counter. He came up before Y/n and smiled awkwardly. His blonde hair fell graciously upon his face, slightly concealing his dark eyes. He had a jaw, so sharp it could probably be a safety hazard, and a amiable smile that made her want to melt. Heba was frozen, admiring his beauty and counting every eyelash that curled above his glimmering eyes. They caught her attention, staring deeply profoundly into her soul. She could feel goosebumps rise as she fell deeper and deeper into his dark brown abyss. "Uhmm, hellaur?" HE cleared his throat waiting for an answer.
"Oh yeah, sorry uhm welcome to our cat cafe what can I get you" she stuttered severely but brought herself back to her senses. Come on Y/n, your better then this you can't mess up plus your like 💅 anyway "Just a coffee and tiramisu cake to go please" he growled, coldly. "Maybe you need botox to go with it" he mumbled to himself but Y/n could hear loud and clear. "Excuse me?" Y/n slammed her desks to the counter, she wouldn't tolerate disrespect even from the hottest guy she has met. He smirked, and jerked his head separating oxygen particles with his jawline. "Can I just get my order?" SHE sucked her teeth and picked her notebook back up,
"Coming up sir" she spat glaring at him. Had this guy really just tried to embarrass her like that. As she turned to pour his coffee, she felt his stare on her like a spotlight she couldn't avoid. She attempted to ignore it but she felt completely under the microscope. "Here is you order" she quickly chucked a disabled looking slice into the take away box and handed him his coffee along with it. "Please don't come back with that attitude again you weirdo" she added eating up his entire ego. He turned, and started to walk away. "OKAY darling, but its bangchan." HE left elegantly, leaving Y/n astounded. The confidence this man had was lethal. Why would she even need his name, he is too full of himself. As Y/n's shift ended she drove back home, pondering and replaying what had happened today in her mind. "How can a guy so fine have a personality so cocky" the same question kept bugging her all the way home. Once she got home she found a stack of envelopes on her kitchen counter all reading 'pay your bills you bumboclaat'. If she wanted to continue her simple life, she needed to get money and fast.