Pacci Ppoong

Aennie

Where do broken hearted people go?

I always find myself comfortable with someone I thought would take care of me. Someone I thought would love me more than I do.

With tears falling down from my eyes, I found myself conquering the path of my all time favorite cozy restaurant. As I entered, I immediately found a right place to stick my butt on. It was a table at the very corner of the restaurant, beside the cream colored wall.

The restaurant has this wood and antique furnitures that gave a rusty and vintage atmosphere on the environment. The tables were made in, I think, accacia wood.

As I picked up the menu that had been resting on the table, a blonde haired woman walked in my direction.

"Can I take your order ma'am?" Momo Hirai, as what the name imprinted on her tag, asked me.

"A cappuccino and a croissant. Please come back for the main dish later." I tried to smile but in my state, I can't

"Your order will be served in a minute ma'am."

In some minutes of waiting, I decided to look around and watch what these human inside the small place with me move. Looking around, I saw a woman, brown haired and tall. She has this cute bangs laid on her forehead neatly. In her every move, her bangs stayed on its place like it was glued.

She has this stupid bright smile plastered on her face even if her eyes screams tiredness.

I tried to look at her tag and her name was simply elegant, well for me.

"Elly Manoban." I uttered looking at her and shifted my gaze afterwards.