“hey,” you called the girl who's cooking the noodles near the counter.
she looked. “u-uh, hey.”
“i want you to cook for me.” she widened her eyes.
you tried to smile at her, even though you're very nervous.
“o-oh, sure.” she smiled nervously. “when will i cook for you?” she asked.
“tomorrow.” you said.
“uh, am i going to,” her cheeks are getting red. “you know, get paid.”
you laughed. “of course. and by the way, what's your name?”
“i'm Tzuyu.” she smiled kind-heartedly.
