[summer]
It was a particularly awful day for her, in contrast to the laughter students brought in with the start of their holidays. She broke another cup at work, her manager simply shooting her a look she knew too well. Because that's what she was like–clumsy. She greeted the next customer with a weary smile.
Hello, what would you-
He smiled, and what a warm smile it was.
"Remember me?"
Of course she remembered.
The umbrella guy.
What are you doing here?
"Can't I buy a cup of coffee?"
Oh, right.
"It's pretty late, you're still working?"
It was late, come to think of it. She was tired.
"I can send you home after you knock off."
Well...
"Don't worry, I won't kidnap you. You're more likely to get kidnapped if you go home by yourself."
Oh-thank you.
"Anytime, sweetheart. I'll be over there waiting for you."
She turned around to prepare his order, holding a cup and trying not to giggle.
Gentleman.
