You sat by yourself at the table, twirling the wine glass in your hand making sure to mix the air with the wine, in order for the taste and the smell to become more potent. It was getting late and the wine restaurant was going to close in a few hours but still, you sat and ordered more as the hours went on.
You began to think about the previous events that brought you here in the first place. You found yourself, growing frustrated and tears brimming on the inner corners of your eyes. To avoid them from falling, you took a sip from your glass but one tear fell on the side of your face and you quickly wiped it away.
You felt stand in front of you and you looked up to see a young boy who looked to be in his late teens.
"Ma'am, it seems your wine bottle is running out. Would you like me to get something else?" He asked, clasping his hands together and looking at you with, what you assumed, pity.
You nodded your head, "Do you happen to have any Chateau Lafite?"
He looked at you, shocked but nonetheless, nodded his head. "Yes we do, however, its our most expensive wine. Are you sure that is what you want?"
You looked at the man in annoyance and nodded your head. "yes I am sure that is what I want. Don't forget to charge it to my fiance's tab. I'm sure he will be coming here tomorrow afternoon with a certain blonde haired mistress with breasts that are about to explode out of her chest."
Awkwardly, he moved away to get the bottle of wine, not forgetting to grab a different glass.
"I'm sorry to hear about your fiance, miss. I'm sure you will find love again." He said as he poured the ridiculously expensive wine into your glass.
"Uh..." You paused to read his name tag that stood on the left side of his chest, "Young-Jae, love is a joke. One day, you will see that you are setting yourself up for heartbreak and that is when you will refer back to this moment and realize that I am right."
He looked at you with sad eyes and began to walk away until you grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.
"Leave the bottle." You said, taking a sip of the wine that your ex-fiance would have to pay for. It made your heart hurt less knowing this was going to practically ruin his date with his mistress tomorrow. Something that amused you was the fact that he was clueless to the idea of you knowing. You looked forward to the events that were to unfold tomorrow evening.
You heard the bells that signaled someone had just entered but ignored it and continued to drown in your sorrows.
Two men took their seats at the table in front of you and seemed to be talking, rather loudly, to Young-Jae about a certain wine that tasted of a grape flavor. The boy who had his back turned to you had this light brown hair that went just below his jawline and in front of him, facing you, was a boy with black hair who seemed like he didn't know a single thing about wine.
Young-Jae stood in front of them, confused at the information given and you were too until the boy with light brown hair said it was from Spain.
"He is talking about Garnacha, Young-Jae." You said, interrupting the conversation. All three men turn over to you as you raised your glass and took another sip.
"Sorry for the interruption but I know my wine." You said, placing your glass on the table and staring at the boy with light brown hair. He didn't look Korean but rather Chinese and based upon his pronunciation of the Korean words, you safely went with that assumption. You found yourself growing fond of his features.
"That's right. It is called Garnacha. Thank you miss.." He said, giving a silent pause to indicate him wanting to know your name.
"Y/N. It's no problem at all. " You said, taking yet again another sip of the Chateau Lafite.
