Monday, July 1st 2:53pm
I was daydreaming of things I can do before my shift is over when I heard the doorbell chime. I knew who it was.. He has been coming here every now and then around this time. Seeing him now did not give me that awkward, unsettling feeling... More like it makes me nervous.
Oh I even found out his name when he asked me to write it on his cup. Inseong. Jeong Inseong. A name I wont forget and a person I don't want to forget.
I look up and realise he wasn't alone. He was tapping his finger against his thigh nervously, avoiding my eyes. I smiled and greeted them both when they reached the counter. His friend ordered and gave me a smile.. But I swear that smile held something to it. He also ordered and they sat down at a near booth.
I spotted Inseong rubbing his neck nervously. I can see him silently argue with his friend, but decided to mind my own business. I went to fetch the drinks and placed them on a tray. Once I finished the order, my colleague took it up to their table. I, in return, went to change out of my uniform.
After walking out, my co-worker told me that one of the men left me something in the jar and specifically said it was for me. I nodded and went to pick up the crumbled up note inside. But it wasn't money... It was something (as silly as this sounds) better.
A few numbers scribbled in a cute, messy handwriting which I figured out was a phone number.
'Do you want to go out sometime?'
And to end it off at the bottom of that note.. The name that is still on my mind.
Jeong Inseong.
