I've been working in a café, called the D-Café in my neighbourhood since last month. It was going well until a guy started coming here. My friends said his name is Namjoon and is quite famous in the area. But I had no clue about it.
He has been coming here since last week and always sits in the extreme corner of the cafe. I could see only the side of face, and to be honest, he's hot, like so hot. His dimples oh my- oh wait, that's not what I was about to say.
The thing I really hate about him is that he always, like ALWAYS picks his damn nose. I mean that's what I see from my view. I don't know whether he really is picking his nose or not, but yea- it's disgusting.
Today, I decided to tell him. To tell him that he either stop picking his nose or never come back here. Though I do not own the café, I don't want such customers to come here.
I was just going through a magazine, sitting in the counter, when the guy came in. He came and sat in his usual seat.
I was about to go and ask for his order, when he lifted his hand to pick his nose. Well that's what I thought.
I quickly ran to him and pulled his wrist.
"Mister, please stop picking your nose, it's not appropriate to pick nose in a place where people eats" I said.
"Bu-"
"No buts. No more picking nose okay?" I pointed my index finger at him.
"Listen to me! I have a huge pimple below my nose since last week! I am not picking any nose" he said in a half-embarrassed-half-mad tone.
Only then I realised there was huge pimple. Ew. Ahhh so embarrassing -////-
And that was the start of a beautiful relationship.
