DING DING DING

Polishing the expresso machines, I hummed What is Love as a girl wiith a bright suitcase walked in. The bells stopped tinkling. She muttered something under her breath before taking her coat and made her way to where my previous customer was sitting.

'They must be friends", I thought. Working at a cafe had it's benefits- you heard news as people chatted over coffee, you found out who was moving into Exotic Hotel or who was leaving Exotic Hotel and best of all you got paid for it.

"Uh Annyeonghasaeyo"

I looked up to see her standing at the counter. She had bright eyes-a cross between a caramel and a lemon colour-they seemed to radiate warmth and happiness.Her hair was medium brown-no hint of it being dyed. 'She seems half asian, half european', I thought to myself,' as well as a foreigner'. I looked down, embarrassed that I seemed like a fan boy.

"Sorry", I mumbled and she glanced at me in shock.

"I know a bit of English you know," I smirked, my senses coming back to me "Are you a tourist?"

"Yes I am hahas", she half laughed, half said. Her laughter was melodious, rippling like waves. I wonder what her voice sounded like if she sang.

"One small iced chocolate please," she murmured staring in a confused manner at me.

I dragged myself away to do her order. I thought no more of her stare as I gave her her drink.

"Here you go, enjoy your stay," I smiled, secretly hoping she would visit again soon.

The bells tinkled as her friend and her left, their laughter leaving a faint echo in my mind. 'What a strange start to a week' I mused to myself and resumed to wipe down the machines and blenders.