Heroes Don't Wear Capes (JJK)

01

"Two brunch plates for table number six. Ready to go." I wiped the sweat off my glistening forehead before taking the two dishes with ease, rushing towards the referred table. Mornings were always hectic at 'Edge Cafe' regardless of  the day. But nonetheless I loved my job. The staff was beyond amazing, the customers were overall sweet, the salary tolerable but what I loved the most was the never ending liveliness. Things happened so fast it forced me to focus on something else than my father and Namjoon's wellbeing. Something I cherished a lot.

"Two brunch plates." I stated with a broad smile on my face as I neared the romantic couple, holding hands. They both looked up due to my arrival, their eyes longing for the meals I was caring. I didn't blame them, it was candy for the eye and for the tongue as well I could guarantee. Hard work makes you hungry.

"Here you go." I put the plates in front of them just like I've done it a hundred times before. They awed and thanked me more than enough.

"Enjoy your meals." I nodded slightly, leaving the  couple to themselves when I was sure everything was just as it should be.

Rounding the corner of the bar I found the first chair that captured my eyes and tossed myself in it, burying my face in my hands, exhaustion slowly starting to evolve.

"A little impatient, are we?" A hand caressed my shoulder and I raised my head by the touch, meeting a reassuring smile from one of my sweet colleagues, Sora. She knew about my whereabouts and my family and why I insisted on having more shifts. She was always there for me despite the non-existing need to depend on others and oddly enough I grew fond of it. Especially in situations like these where my emotions were splattered all over the place. Today was the day my father and Namjoon would be returning home. After seven months and fifteen days. Seven months and fifteen days of pure torture.

Removing a strand from my face, a little tired smile seemed to appear.

"You have absolutely no idea." I exhaled. My fingers fidgeting with each other by the thought. In less than three hours I would have the most important people in my life in my arms and I couldn't wait.

She laughed. "No, I don't and thank God. I don't know how you do it".

She shook her head lightly, cleaning the wooden bar in front of her with a damp cloth.

"But it's pretty impressive. On the other hand, I'm internally dying if I have to wait more than five minutes for my coffee at Starbucks." I laughed at her little rant. It was as true as it could get, she was one of the most impatient people I've ever met. A charming girl who knew nothing about patience.

"Yeah, six minutes and that shop would be forever gone." I teased.

"Seven minutes and the president would receive a nice call." She stopped her doings and winked at me before continuing her work.

Her directness never failed to impress me.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"Oh, hush child. My old soul can't handle all these feelings." She massaged the spot around her heart, looking rather hit by my words.

She was always this overdramatic despite the fact that it was only small seven years separating us from each other.

"Nachos and a chicken omelette for table fifteen!" A loud voice from the kitchen roared.

"I guess that's my signal." Sighing, I slid my clammy palms down my jeans covered thighs as I got up from the chair, ready to continue and endure the last hour of my shift.

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