kidol imagines

san (ateez)

i was working at bůbbłė cafe as a university student with my best friend yoona. 

"yoon-hee can you get the next customer, please?" yoona says while she prepares a cup of coffee.

"yeah." 

i walk to the cash register to take there orders. 

"hi would what you like?" i ask with a smile. 

"can we get two strawberry cakes and four iced mocha." the man says.

i write done his orders on the computer.

"that'll be $27.34 cents." i say. 

he passes me his money and i thank him.

"your order will be right up." i smile. 

he smiles back and goes to sit with his friends. 

i walk to where we blend the drinks and yoona walks up to me. she pokes me and smiles.

"what is it?" i ask.

"that boy has been coming here lately." she says.

"oh really? i haven't noticed." i say continuing to make the drinks. 

she looks at me plainly and helps me make the drinks. as we finish with the drinks i grab two slices of the strawberry cake and put them on two separate white plates. i grab two forks and place it on the napkins. yoona brings the drinks to put on the tray. 

"thank you." i smile.

she smiles back. i grab the tray and bring it to the group of boys. 

"here is your order." i say. 

they "woah" in awe as they see the cake set on the table. they thank me and i walk back to where yoona stands, behind the counter. 

"he's looking at you." she says.

i look back to see and he was. he smiled at me and turned away. 

"he's kinda cute." i say.

"kinda cute? he's super attractive." she says.

i chuckled and got back to work.

●●●

the cafe was closing and yoona & i clean up.

"hey." yoona says.

i hum in response. she hands me a piece of paper.

"what's this?" i ask.

"well, open it." she says.

i sigh and open up the folded paper.

"a phone number?" i question.

she nods her head with a smile.

"are you trying to hit me up with another of your guy friends because i've already declined them all." i say.

"no it's san's phone number." she says.

"and that is?" i ask.

"the guy here earlier." she says.

"you got his phone number?" i ask.

"no, he gave me the phone number." she smiles.

"and i didn't notice?" i say.

"guess not." she says, shrugging her shoulders.

she passes me the paper and i look at it.

"give him a chance." she says.