Nanon, the son of the richest clan in Oregon had been living his life in the past for 17 years. Patiently waiting for that little boy who captured his heart. When he felt like destiny wasn't in his favor anymore, he finally gave up waiting until tha...
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"How was school today?" Gun asks once the café quieted down. Since the classes started, the place had been packed every now and then - and it's amazing to realize that though this place is small, a lot of students and people come in for a cup of coffee. Not that the coffee is bad, in fact, it's too good that it's sometimes too scary when the line gets so long - and we get bombarded. Nonetheless, it calms down in the afternoon such as this time, that we have free time to talk and just chill.
"It's fine. I only had three classes today and two of those are just electives, so it wasn't really that hard. How about you? Was the cafe busy earlier?"
"A little bit, but Xhyrr had been such an angel flipping the whole palace around until it became calmer. And so I sent her home earlier than scheduled so she can take a rest. I still think about how unique her name is, Xhyrr."
"No vowels," I let out a pearl of light laughter and thought of the same thing, how kid's names nowadays are starting to get more complicated to spell or pronounce. But I'm not questioning the parents' choices because, in the end, it turns out to be beautiful and one-of-a-kind.
The small bell rings tiredly when someone comes in, and both of us look in the direction of the door only to be met with disappointment, or probably annoyance. With that smirk on her face, View walks to the counter and gently smiles - a fake smile to be exact since it never touched her eyes. Gun, however, being the best boss that he is, offers a genuine beam to the customer.
"Hello, welcome to OffGun Café, what can I help you with?"
"I'm here for him," View starts, and Gun glances at me with a worried expression all over his face while I play with my fingers. "Can I have a chat with him for a moment, if it's not too much to ask? It's something important."
Though reluctant, I give Gun a nod of agreement while he purses his lip tight - and I know very well that he doesn't like this as much as I don't. And yet he allows, and I strip off my apron before hanging it on the rack just by the doorway of the breakroom. Once done, I lead her to the farthest corner of the place, enough distance away from people that they won't hear our conversation. And near enough them so we could actually chat in a more civilized manner, not that we're not, but it's better that we put some kind of barrier of professionalism within us.
We take the seat, and I notice that she's really elegant in her own ways, and something about me feels so insecure to be in front of the woman that Nanon once loved - or if he actually did. Either way, I know that I can never be of a match to her, knowing that she's practically a woman feeding on a silver spoon while I am not. Our eyes meet and I feel like she is reading me, or probably trying to see what she can make out of the situation while I just sit there - breathing.
"What is it that you want? I am still on the clock," I finally cut the growing silence and she scoffs, folds her arms on her chest. "And how did you know where I work?"
