coffee ; p.jm✔️

one

~park jimin~

the jingle of the bell signaled that a customer had entered the coffee shop.

i looked up and saw her curly brown hair in my vision, the hair bouncing as she walked up to the counter.

"hi, welcome to parks' coffee shop. can i take your order?" my question left her smiling.

"yes please. i would like two small caramel macchiatos." her eyes traveled through the menu above my head.

why does she need to even look at the menu if she chooses the same thing everyday?

she's done this for the past three weeks. i've never once asked her why she orders the same thing or why she comes in here at the exact same time as the day before. maybe it's fear or the fact that i love feeling suspenseful of her, i don't know.

"alright, that's coming right up." i walked over to the coffee maker and began making her order.

after finishing, i handed her the two coffees and she handed me the total.

"will that be all?" i asked.

she nodded, humming in response. "for now."

she waved and left the coffee shop, her coffee smug on her side.