Serendipity [A cafe Comedy-Romance]

1 | confession

I tap my fingers lightly on the table, although my nails does not make it sounds light at all and rests my chin in the palm of hands as I close my eyes and yawn.

I can literally feel the black circles under my eyes

It is unusual for me to be this tired in the morning since I usually have a good night sleep but last night was not really a good night to actually even close my eyes. No offense, I love my country really but the weather here is weird, mother nature is always having their period it seems.

The amount of sun burning the country today is making the typhoon last night unbelievable...

I pitch the bridge of my nose and let out an exhausted sigh as my eyes wander around the shop. The typhoon does make me have less customers which means less work today, at least only a few people get to see my zombie state. Again, I let out another probably hundredth sigh of the day and continue tapping my fingers as my face plastered itself with a frown.

"Iz borin' today iz zit not, Nakamura-san?"

The raspy voice of my employee, Yamada Kisumi makes me falls out from my trance and look at him sideway, my expression not changing a slight bit. Kisumi scratches his brown, short, already messy hair and look at the very little customers in the shop, frowning himself. It's not that strange seeing his reaction like this since he is merry all the time, gaining energy by being around people so a deserted day like this is very depressing for him.

"Can't be help Kisumi, last night typhoon was pretty rough. It's a blessing nothing happens to the shop."

My gaze returns back from Kisumi's face to the depressing state of my shop. Last night typhoon destroyed many buildings in the east and flooded some areas around here which causes many damages, this is one of the reasons why there are less customers today and also the reason why I was restless last night.

"We might have to close early today, honestly."

I told , mostly to myself but Kisumi can hear it pretty well as his expression gets worse, from frowning to straight up glaring. Seeing the boy's face, I couldn't help but let out a light laugh even though I shouldn't. Kisumi can just make the most hilarious faces sometimes, almost unmatched to his lean body and ikemen face, making him look like a small child's pout rather than a high schooler's angry glare.

"Now, now, you can't do anything about it. And look on the bright side, you get an early day off once in a while. Also, speaking of which didn't your house also get damaged by the storm? I saw it on the news, the district is yours right?"

"Heh... iz my family'z house, not mine. Iz not like I can be of help there..."

Kisumi looks away feom whatever he is glaring at before and truly looks angry before there was no emotions showing on his face anymore.

Ah... I hit a landmine... at least I get him distracted from whatever he is glaring at before...

"Oh yeah! He iz not here iz he? Yokozawa-sensei!"

Kisumi exclaimed and looks around the shop to recheck what he just said and he is right, Sensei is really not here. Yokozawa Keichi, is a writer and a regular at our shop, a peculiar one at that. Might I add that he is my favorite? Sensei has been around the shop since it was opened, he seemed to live just a street after.

Sensei looks gloomy most of the time with his back hunches down probably from always having to do so because of his massive height, carrying his laptop and notebooks while walking into the shop, his messy curly hair half the time looks like he just got out of bed and his eyes barely opened with the black glasses, Sensei looks like he is always glaring at something despite wearing some huge arse glasses. He is the exact copy of what a dying mangaka looks like and that's cute. It's a shame however that he is not here.