Track 07

Chapter Twelve

'Saturday, 2 pm. Café Waldo.'

That's all it says. Okay, so Jimin is not a texter apparently. No wonder he never came up with the idea of singing to his own songs. You've been wondering for quite some time, why he has never thought of that. It seems so natural, given his beautiful melodies. Maybe he just doesn't sing. Maybe he can't sing, his voice sounds like garbage. You can not think of any other reasonable answer, why he wouldn't come up with the idea of singing to his own songs.

Nevertheless, he texted. After 14 incredibly long and days filled with hatred. Jimin texted you. Not much, but it was all the information you needed. Today was Friday, so the meeting would be tomorrow. He gives short notice, you have to remember that. He doesn't plan far ahead, contrary to you. You always know what you do the next week. Most of the time it's only work at night and trying to survive at day.

Why does he want to meet at a café? He knows where you live, he could just come to your house, or you could go to his. You imagine his flat being chaotic and full of sheets of music. Only his bed would be tidy. His blanket folded neatly and his pillows fluffed up to the right volume. The room could be covered with plants that are slowly dying, because Jimin doesnt water them enough.
You smile at the thought of Jimins room. Butyou're not going to see it any time soon, since you guys are meeting at a café.
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2 pm sharp. You're never late. You hate being late and you hate it, when others make you wait. Like Jimin does right now.
The café is not to crowded. You sit down at a table and order a hot chocolate for you. You hate coffee and you hate the smell from people's mouth after they drank coffee. But hot chocolate gives you a warm feeling. Like looking into a fireplace and being a wooden hut, alone in the snowy mountains. The same feeling Jimins eyes give you.

The leaves outside are turning all sorts of orange, red, yellow and brown. So the hot chocolate kinda fits to your fall-y mood as well. You let your eyes scan the room. There are only two other people here except you.
A girl with short red hair. She looks really pretty with her little nose piercing and the tattoos all over her arms. She's reading. And then there's a man. He's looking at her. More interested in her book, than in her. He looks like he's trying to read the title. His lips move, while he mouths the words from the book cover. You don't understand him though. He looks pretty as well. His blonde hair is styled perfectly. A tiny bit of it falls into his face, which is gorgeous by the way, but the rest makes a small wave on top of his head. He seems tall. His clothes look comfy and stylish at the same time. He wears an oversized blue knitted jacket and underneath a white shirt. At first his chunky boots don't really seem to fit to the wide pants he wears, but the longer you look at the shoes, the more you like it.

The guy looks friendly and like he's overall happy with his life. He radiates a positive energy, the one you always feel when your in the woods, underneath huge trees smiling down at you. He feels like the forest came alive. Suddenly you realise that you've been staring at him for a really long time. You look at your watch 2.15 pm. How much longer do you have to wait? You wanted to wait for Jimin to drink the hot chocolate, but it's getting cold. So, the rude girl you internally are, you start drinking it. Jimin is the one who's late, so it's not your fault, that he has to drink by himself once he's here.

The bell rings and you hear a happy whistle coming from the man you've been waiting for, for 15 minutes. You want to stand up and say something reproachful, but Jimin doesn't walk towards you. He doesn't even seem to see you.