I look around for something, anything after spending few hours at the shore.

I squint my eyes to see a bar in my line of sight.

I feel my stomach growl so I stand up and slip into my shoes and walk towards it.

The planks of wood creak under my weight as I clutch the strap to my bag tightly, the building getting bigger and bigger as I get closer.

From here, I can tell it's a restaurant cluttered with people. Some sit at the tall tables set up along the pier, giving them the perfect view of the beach, and an even better one of the Yellow sea.

It's like breathing in fresh air.

Taking a step closer to the railing, I close my eyes and lean my head back to soak in the sun's warmth. My fingers curl around the chipped white paint of the railing, picking at it before exhaling and letting my eyes wander.

Love Maze in purple is painted along the white panels leading up to the open takeout window, the natural wood ledge perfect for bags of food being picked up.

A small sigh falls from my lips as I trail my finger along the edge of the rail until I reach the front entrance. Sunlight bleeds in through the tall windows—it's the perfect beachside restaurant.

No need for artificial lighting with the room bleeding in warmth.

My eyes trail the window until they land on the white and green 'We're Hiring' sign in the window.



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As soon as I step inside, I'm met with years of history written on the walls in old signs and aged license plates placed up as decoration.


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The wooden beams and strips of wood line the roof with pillars of support sectioning the floor. Not everything matches, but it adds character.

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