The trouble with boys

Chapter one

I yawned and stretch as I ruffle my hair and looked around. I never made it to my bed, again. The sofa was always my place to eat, watch tv, study and sleep. I picked up the book mess and put them on the table for another round of studying tonight. It wasn't actual classes but I needed to have all my reference work for my restoration internship on point. I loved working with preserving cultural stuff, as a lot of people call it.

As part of the program, I had to live with a Korean family, part of the experience I guess. I got blessed with the same Ajumma (probably one of the 10 words I know to say in Korean) as G.

G, my best friend of over 10 years, since high school. She decided to come to Seoul to study Korean and she has been here for almost 3 years. We lived in the same apartment complex and she is the one that got me the job at the cafe, it was owned by our Ajumma, lucky!

She was against it from the beginning, such a mom, right? She wanted me to focus on the internship, but I made my case and got the job.

As I made my way to the bathroom to wash up I saw the mess of hair I had. My hair was too long, below my shoulder and wavy, but I wasn't taking care of it. "I think is time to say goodbye to you my friend", I said while making it into a bun. "Done! Now a quick change and off I go, but first at least some concealer to hide these dark circles". I loved wearing makeup but it was either sleep more or wake up earlier, you see which one I picked, right?

I grabbed my bag, my glasses and just to humor G, a bit of red lip tint and off to cafe Lu.

I enjoyed working there. It was a small cafe with about 10 tables and in the mornings, it was always full. The ambience was peaceful, lots of light due to all the windows and the only dark spot was behind the mahogany counter where the different aromas of coffee filled you.

G: "Late again?" she smirked while working on the coffee machine.

Carly: "No, my shift doesn't start until 8 am and is 7:59." I slapped her black ponytail.

G: "Hey!" she frowned until she noticed my lips. "Oh, someone has some lipstick on, so how's the guy?" she giggled.

Carly: "Really?" I said unamused. "G, you are with me 24/7, you would have known by now if there was a guy or not."

G: "I know! I'm just teasing you", she nudged at me. "Getting your haircut today, right? Can't see you with that bun again" she looked at my hair rolling her eyes.

Carly: "Yeah, I just need to find a good place. You know how I am with hair."

I was picky about getting my hair cut, I liked to try different styles and colors. I was not attached to my hair, for me it was an added accessory.

Ajumma: "Morning girls! Clear table 9 and 10, we have one of our favorite customers coming in" she exclaimed. She was a small woman you did not want to mess with. Always cheery and in a good mood and loved us like we were her daughters. For me she was a badass, which I always got in trouble for saying that word.

Carly: "I still don't get it; how could you work at a coffee shop and not be addicted to coffee?"

This was something that always baffled me about G. I mean I loved coffee and tea and she could not stand either. Guess opposites attract?

G looked at me thoughtful and turned, "Ironic, right?"

We moved to clear the table and take all the cups and plates and swipe it clean and place some fresh flowers as the rest of the other ones.

G: "She always gets excited every time he comes in. I get it, he is fun to be around."

I remember meeting him for the first time. His black hair was on fleek, no hair moving, long legs in super tight skinny black pants and matching jacket. He had a baby face even though his age said otherwise. His best feature? His mouth and I don't mean it in an erotic way. Yes, his lips were plump but he had such a dazzling smile. I knew who he was. A Got7 boy.

Carly: "So, you like him?" I smiled at her.

G: "Not like that! Besides I have a boyfriend" she hit me with one of the towels.

Ah yes, the "boyfriend", Seth. I hated the guy. Is not that he was clingy is just that she deserved so much better than a guy with no job with no aspirations. She was a professional, she knew what she wanted in life plus a banging body, hello sailor! If I was a guy, with a future please, I would be all over that.

G: "Rock, paper, scissors?" she pointed at me ready to go. We always did this to see who would be his waitress. Just as we were about to do it, he arrived...