Kopi Factory ;Huiwon

cup twenty-one.

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     Other than scattered 5 empty cups of coffee. Shinwon's bedroom was still empty. It really feels an unknown environment that he quickly rushed out of his room after changing. 

He was ready to go out, hands already hovering at the knob when suddenly his grandmother footsteps stopped him in his tracks.

'Going back to the cafe?' His grandmother says as her clammy fingers attach to his arm. Bringing him to the couch to sit.

'How did you know?'

'Its my cafe, shinwon. I know everything.'

'Then did you know about the grey haired?'

The woman hesitated, her tongue clacked inside as if she's been expecting it to be asked but not so soon.

'One note shinwon, something you always have to remember. My people are people from the streets. The coffee they make? Are bits of their personalities, and sometimes they ran out of it - the things that make the coffee good and when that happens...they let go of themselves.'-'They leave the cafe, never be found.'

And Miss Shin could only put a single hand on shinwon's shoulder, her gaze looking at his face, soft and deary, as if she knew what's going to happen to the future.

'If they do leave the cafe... just remember shinwon.'

- 'colors and numbers do have a significance in this cafe of mine.'