The first snowflakes of the year were just as unpunctual as usual, a week after Christmas. With slow steps I approached the convenience store in the neighbourhood of my dorm. The city was still sleeping after having celebrated into the new year, but the not so normal person I always was, I was craving some baking.
As I arrived I noticed that the store was almost empty. The sell assistant who probably didn't sleep at all, stared into nothing. Trying to make it quick, I rushed to get the ingredients.
A boy not much taller than me was standing in front of the frozen cakes shelf. Shaking my head I walked towards him.
"Cakes taste better if you really bake them.", I stood next to him and followed his gaze towards the cakes.
"Well, putting them into the oven is not baking?"
In contrast to his cute appearance his voice was very husky which caused me to hesitate in answering right back.
"No. No that's not really baking.", I shook my head now smiling.
Instead of continuing the conversation he grabbed a chocolate cake and stomped off. Not wanting to just let him go I hastily grabbed the rest of the ingredients and rushed towards him to the checkout.
"That's rude. Just walking off.", I quietly mumbled.
"Oh, I'm.. I'm sorry.", he suddenly became very shy.
Grabbing his bag, he paid and was about to walk away when I screamed after him.
"Wait!"
Immediately he turned around, his eyebrows narrowed. A little laugh escaped my lips as I watched his perplexed reaction. However he really waited for me and even held the door open for me, acting like a gentleman.
After we found out that we had to walk into the same direction I could hear a little sigh coming from his lips, which I ignored happily with a smile.
"So who are you putting this in the oven for?", I tried to start a conversation.
"For me, obviously.", he looked at the ground.
"You're going to eat this whole cake by yourself?", I gasped.
For a second I stood still, just to see his cute irritated reaction once again. Instead of replying he just shook his head.
"Are you going to share this with your girlfriend?"
"Oh, I hate that question.", he groaned.
Again he had managed to make me laugh.
"Me too, me too.", I agreed with him.
While we were walking I could feel his eyes on me. His almost black eyes were resting on me until I looked up. Instantly he turned his head around, which caused me to chuckle internally. For a few moments we didn't talk, however it wasn't awkward. I really enjoyed his presence simply and didn't want our walk to end.
"What's your name by the way?", he asked me.
I told him my name and he responded by saying it was a pretty name. Suddenly I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, and the sweat forming under my armpits. The cold wind was causing my eyes to tear up a little.
"And yours?", I asked him.
"Yoongi."
He stood still and I realised that we had reached the point where we had to part ways. Feeling that I was panicking at the thought of just leaving him like that, I knew I had to react immediately.
