"Well... I don't know exactly but I think for ten years already. I'm really from Gwangju but moved here to work."
"Ohh.. I guess we have the same reason, huh?" I chuckled with a little bit of awkwardness in it.
"You from Gwangju too?"
"Huh? Ani... I'm from Mokpo."
"Ohh.. A very nice place, I see."
I nodded. "Mhm. Very nice place. You live alone?"
"Wae? Wanna hang out at my house?" He smirked at me all of a sudden.
What the---
"Omo. I was just kidding. I didn't know you'll take that seriously." He smiled at me again when he saw me change reaction. "I live with my best friend at an apartment just around the corner."
"Oh.. That's great. At least you have somebody to hang out with at home."
"Tch yeah..."
I looked at him in confusion at the same time admiring him as he sips his coffee. "Wae?"
"Uhmm... Nothing much. It's just it's either he's locked up in his room minding his own business or either stay out all day partying or some kinda like that."
I laughed at his statement without realizing what I did, earning me a bedazzled look from him.
I looked down, trying to hide my face with my fringe. "Sorry bout that. It's just that you sound so unamused while you talk about your friend."
"Oh.. It's nothing. I'm used to him being like that but he's kind and reliable. You should hang out with us some time. I'll introduce you to him." He gave me a wink which made me melt.
"I'll look forward to it."
I think it's already been quite some time since we started having a conversation. I was about to ask him something, his phone suddenly rang.
He looked at the caller on his phone which is resting on the table and I saw his expression changed immediately. "Oops. Sorry. I gotta answer this call." He quickly stood up without even waiting for my answer.
I looked around, trying to kill some time while waiting for him to come back. Every now and then, I looked at him through the glass windows and saw him still talking to someone while his expressions keep on changing from time to time.
I looked back at my table where our cups of coffee are resting. I took my phone out and took a picture of our cups..
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"Cute." I mumbled to myself while looking at the picture.
"Cute what?"
I heard a familiar voice and instinctively hid my phone while looking anywhere but him. "Uhmm.. N-nothing. I just remembered something."
"Oh.. Okay." He sat back on his seat, still looking at his phone. His expression still the same.
"Boss?"
He looked at me and raised his brow. "Huh?"
"You look mad and disappointed at the same time. Was that your boss?"
"Ahh.. Ani ani.. Well, kinda but nahh." He awkwardly chuckled while rubbing his nape.
"Anyway, I think I gotta go now. I have to do some errands." He smiled and stood up and fixed his wrinkled shirt.
"Oh.. Uhh okay.. It was nice meeting you again, Jay. Til we meet again."
"Don't worry, we'll meet again." He winked at me and proceeded to the exit.
I watched walk him until he can no longer visible to my eyes. I looked back at our table and saw his cup still there.
Should I take it and follow him or just let it be here?
Or maybe I should keep it?
"Hmmm..." I looked left and right to make sure no one's watching me and quickly put his cup in my bag. Good thing it's already empty.
Yes everyone, that's right. I've decided to keep it. But that doesn't mean that I have bad intentions to him, it's just.. I just want to keep it. Nothing else.
I stood up and left the café. While roaming the streets on the way home, my mind keeps on replaying the time when he introduce himself.
Jay.
What a very manly yet cute name. I wonder what he's real name is. Or if that is his real name, what's his full name. Where does he lives? What's his job? Does he already has a girlfriend? And many other questions keep on coming to my brain but I don't know the answer to any of those questions so I guess it'll haunt me always until I find some answers to it.
I entered my apartment and quickly removed my jacket and shoes and went straight to the kitchen barefoot. I grabbed a clean sheet of paper towel and went back to my bag to take the Jay's cup. I carefully cleaned it using the paper towel and put the cup on top of my mini fridge, making it look like some kinda collectible item of a certain celebrity or something.
"I look like a maniac with what I just did but who cares. As if they can see this anyway." I chuckled and went to my room.
After a quick shower and my night routines, I flopped down on the bed and stared at ceiling.
Jay.
His name still resonates in my brain. And what does he meant by 'we'll meet again'? Is he a stalker or something? Or does he also likes me?
"Aishhh~" I gently smacked my head a few times.
What the hell am I thinking?! I must be going nuts now. I think I need to take a break from coffee because I've been doing and thinking crazy stuffs that I've never did before.
