You lazily wiped  the tables. It was a cold friday evening. 

" Park  ____ ~ could you please take these plates??"

the old lady at the cashier told you. That's Mrs. Kim, your boss, she was kind enough to let you have the job. 

"ne"  you told her politely.

you walked towards her and took the plates

"looks like you've been working hard.." she smiled at you.

you also smiled at the compliment, Mrs. Kim rarely gives you compliments you were lucky she wasn't shouting at you right now.

you bowed and made your way to the back of the kitchen.

The smell of baking bread and cookies made your stomach grumble. 

"___ - ah, off to wash plates?"

"ne unnie"

The head chef was Kim Sohyun, she was in her mid 40's and had been working in the cafe for 7 years already.

"well don't work too hard, I'll leave some bread for you" she smiled and continued with her business. She was the motherly type, always giving you spare food, and sometimes even pasta sauces and freshly baked bread to take home.

You were minding you own business, washing the plates and thinking what's for dinner at home when Mrs. Kim rang the bell.

"____! please take the orders of those young men on table 4"

you put down the dishwashing liquid and dried your hands.

"____-ah fighting!" Sohyun told you while she kneaded some dough.

The Cafe wasn't empty anymore. It was odd because just minutes ago there weren't anyone here. but now its packed, mostly shreaking girls.

You rolled you eyes and took the notepad and pen.

You slowly walked to table number 4. 

you suddenly knew what the commotion was about

B2ST.