youngjae.
the cup is hot.
the burning of my hands on the handle
gets me excited.
i love it when customers get their coffee.
for some reason, it makes me feel
that at one point, i was important in someone's
life.
i call his name. "jaebum. your coffee is ready."
he walks up to me, and he's in full view now
his face is carefully crafted
soft and chiseled, fresh marble sculpture
his body is hidden,
but i can feel the heat of it when i set the cup in front of him
"have a nice day-"
"where do i put a tip? you are so pleasant to me."
"oh, yeah, the tip jar is near the register. thank you so much!"
i smile at him and he returns it
and i can't help but feel
he keeps his eyes on me as he walks out the door
i check the tip jar to see what he put in
and a wrinkled $100 bill was shoved in it
along with a piece of notebook paper
i pulled it out.
"you're hot. wanna hang? maybe i can get you excited and you can have a night worth coming back for. :)
call me. xxx-xxx-xxxx"
a/n: i'm sorry it's so bad rn i'm trying to get past the introduction phase and it's difficult with poetry.
