it's been a week since we saw each other. why didn't i ask his number? stupid seulhyun. it was another boring day. seunghan unnie was out for her job while i am still jobless.

i decided to go to café and look for a job online. i took a bath and wore a black shirt, white ripped jeans and black converse. i took my laptop, notebook pen, and my compass and made sure that everything is safe and secured in the house then left.

i plugged in my earphones and listened to urban zakapa. it was surprising that the heavy feeling i had has been lifted. all because of yuta nakamoto.

i finally arrived at the cafe, sat at the window side and ordered cappuccino and strawberry cheesecake. i put out my laptop, plugged in my earphones, played music and continued to write my story. yes, i write stories. i write thriller, horror and sci-fi etc. i rarely write love story because i don't even know what it feels like to be in love.

the sound of people talking and laughing. the smell of pastry and coffee. it was satisfying to be in. suddenly, i heard a thud. i look at the window and saw the guy who changed my perspective about morning.