It Was Me | j.jk ✓

Me.

My hair was set down lose, in it's natural state. My lips matched my cheeks, which both were a bright pink.

It was a great day, to be a great day. I walked in the cafe with a bright mood, and the others saw it in me as well.

"You look nice today," Areum complimented.

"Thank you, has the new batch of caffeine come in yet?"

She nodded, adding "We are putting up the close sign now. The dude is coming around twenty minutes from now."

I nodded, putting my things in the back and started to wipe the tables as customers slowly began to take their leave.

Joo Win walks out, but puts up the sign right before he does. He walked back in, searching and touching his lower waist as if he's looking for something.

"Ahh, I think I forgot my keys."

I perked up and went to go grab keys that were right next to my backpack. I brought it to him, hoping it's his.

"Yours? Found them next to my backpack."

He sighed in relieve as his shoulders became lose.

"Thank you so much. You're a hero."

I smiled as he turned his back towards my view, but quickly he called out before exiting,

"You look beautiful today, by the way."

He said, with a hint of glee and a smile as he walked out. His words left a permanent tattoo on my heart, and a bright pink color to my face.

I've liked him ever since I worked here, and that was the first time he had ever complimented me.

Just then my phone goes off again, and luckily we were able to keep our phones on us during work hours. The only time they needed to be off was when we are with customers.

I read the text from Mina, asking if I had already done the setup she asked for me to do earlier in the morning.

I replied, saying that I did and put my phone back in my pocket to drop the wet cloth inside the bucket that had a color to match my mood for the day.

I went to the back to dig through my things to find an earpiece, that looked like the ones musicians wear when performing on stage.

It was clear, and had a microphone at the end. It looked like what I would sometimes wear as a cashier too, to take orders. Which meant it would blend in, easily.

She also instructed that I should reserve the two seats and remember, so I don't mix other conversations since the earpiece can easily pick up things.

I return back to the front of the cafe, where I usually stand. The crowd slowly dialed down, to just one or two people.

Then, a man in a nice white shirt with a leather jacket on top walked in. All eyes were on him, and so to speak of mine too.

The first thing he did was come up to me as I was standing with a smile plastered on my face.

"Welcome, is there anything I can-"

He brought his face mask down while I was talking, and his head was tilted in a way of confusion that erected on his face.

"Who are you really?"

He asked. I gulped, not knowing what to say next. Did he find out? How? What is he asking for? Who does he think I really am?

I have questions swirling in my mind that I can't get rid of.

Who am I really?