Pentagon || Next Door to Pentagon Maker ||

Chapter 7

"That is enough for today. I will see you tomorrow with your homework and this time no more excuses," and with that the lesson finishes.

I quietly pack my books up and take a glance at the clock, 15:45, I still have an hour left before my part-time job start.

"What's your plan, now?" ask a deep voice snapping me away from my thoughts.

"Nothing much, just heading toward my job,"
"You, work?"
"Yeah,"
"Can I drop you off?"

I zip my bag close and look up, to find his dark brown eyes looking hopeful as it stares at me. I don't really have any problem with him walking me off. I mean, who would have a problem with a good looking guy walking you to work and Yuto is really good looking and charismatic.

"If that's ok-" before I could finish my sentence, someone else interrupted me.

"Hey Yuto! Let's go! We are going to be late if we don't leave now," yell a voice across the room.

We both turn to look at the source of the voice. It came from one of the new transfer student, I think his name was Hongseok. Yuto turn his head back again to look back at me. "Maybe, next time," I smile softly making sure to hide away my disappointment.

He smile slightly and nods his head and grabs his stuff and heads toward Hongseok, before giving me a final look and a waves goodbye and heads off. I grasp my bag and double check all my items to make sure that everything is still there, as I often have the habit of forgetting things. I head toward the door, only to be push back which nearly cause me to trip over. I look at the culprit who has a smug on his face.

"Yanan, you jerk," I mumble but before I could say anything further he walks away with that ugly smug still plaster on his face following after Yuto and Hongseok. "I will get my revenge. Just watch," I thought as I follow behind.

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Location - cafe
Time - 16:45
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15 more minutes before my shift starts, I thought as I close the last button of the T-shirt and shut the locker door which is fill with neatly folded school uniform. I look at myself at the mirror one last time, making sure that everything is perfect. Neatly tied up hair put in a bun, white T-shirt and black skirt which hides behind the long brown apron. Looks good, after the final check, I head outside toward the front of the cafe, all ready to start the shift.

"You are here, early as usual,"
"Only by 5 minutes"

"That's early enough," she replies back as she put the final hot bread, straight from the oven into the display tray. Her short curly hair which fell onto her shoulder and white shirt which is all scrunched up with custard stain on her left sleeve.

Jihyo. 2 year older than me, treats me like a little sister and I look up to her as a older sister.

"You need to enjoy your youth. You are still young," she says with a sigh making me roll my eyes back. You are only two years older than me.

I look around the shop which is filled with hardworking students to groups of friends just hanging out and couples taking a short break from there date. Must be nice. It wasn't bustling busy but not quite either.

"Wonwoo called in sick. But Mr An and Mrs An are upstairs, so if it gets busy make Mrs to call them," she says as she look at the cordless phone next to the cash machine.

I nod my head and continue to look at the door expecting (wanting) more takeaway customers to walk in.

Mr An and Mrs An the owner of this small, family cafe. They are one of the nicest people in the world and well known in the community for there kindness and willings to help anyone in need. They even hire someone like me who had no skills or experience working as a waitress. They are such a lovely couple and a doting parents as they would always, boost about their son whom I have never met before. To them, their son is an angel, however, to me he is demon, who could leave there parents and never visit them, not even once. Only a demon can do that.

"I am going now. There is one more batch of shortcakes being made and I have pretty much stock up everything, except the coffee,"

I nod and took my pen and small notebook out so I wouldn't forget. Batch check, coffee stock up..'

"Have fun!" I watch as she grabs her last bit of her items and goes in for a hug. She smells like freshly baked cake. "Bye, take care."

I watch as she heads for the exit, still wearing her uniform which was covered with a thin, long jacket. Her short hair which bounce at her every walk and shine against the blazing sun.

"Excuse me, can I place an order?"

I drive my attention toward the new customer and place on my best smile. "Of course, you can."

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Location - cafe
Time - 21:30
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"Thank you for coming," I say with my customer service voice. Now, two more customer left. While waiting for them to leave, I decide to restock the shelves for the morning crew and start to clean up all the mess left behind by the customer. Let's start with the wiping the shelves.

30 minutes left till closing, I though as I dry off the plates and place them neatly on the shelf.

"Sohee, was it a hard day?"

I turn my head behind to see Mrs An standing on the door, her long black hair with strand of white hair which is placed in a neat bun, a caramel turtle neck which was paired up with a long brown skirt, reaching her ankle.

"No madam,"

"How many times have I told you to call me aunty?" She replies with a hint of annoyance.

Both Mr and Mrs Ya an has always been kind to me, you can say that they are like a second parents to me. During times where I was struggling with my debt and I could ask my parents about it, they helped me and have been super supportive with everything I do.

"I must say, Mrs- aunty" I whisper as I feel her gaze at me. "You are looking really pretty today,"

"Haha, flattery would get you nowhere with me but yes, I have dressed up little today,"

"Any special occasion?"
"My son is coming back,"

I try to not be surprise. Her son is coming back and I will get to finally get to see this heartless guy who has never visited before and who knows how long is he staying here.

"He is going to be staying here for awhile," she continues and answers the question as she could read my mind.

"Thank you. Do come again," I shout as i watch the customer go and all there was left was one.

"Don't work to hard. You are still young and there are so many opportunities still left for you," she says.

I didn't say anything and she continues, "now I think about, my son is the same age as you. Sohee don't you go to, Korea University?"

I nod my head as a sign of yes.

"Now I think about it, he said that he transfer to that school recently. I am really worried about him, he always had a hard time getting along with other people but he is really good looking so girls are always after him," she continues with a sigh.

A transfer today who is handsome, huh. There is lots of students who transferred today who are also handsome but who could it be? Maybe he is not even in my group.

"Thank you. Do come again," shouts aunty, snapping me out of my trance.

I hurry toward the door and flip the 'open' sign to 'close' and as I was about to place the lock, I feel the door being push toward me. I swing open the door;

"Sorry sir, the shop is clo-"

"You!?!"