Minho's Thoughts 5
Blueberry Stars
Two weeks passed and Minho had exams. He came to work for smaller shifts but he didn’t have time to bake at the shop and Amber said customers had noticed.
“Which customers?” it came out more like a demand than a question.
“Just a few people here and there, don’t worry I would have told you if your blueberry-mocha-boy, said anything,” she laughed, “come to think of it, I haven’t seen him lately.”
The coldness in Minho’s chest seemed to freeze into a thick ice feeling bitter. He felt stupid and foolish. The boy was a customer, with a whole life outside of the small coffee shop, which Minho had no inclination of. But the thought only made Minho feel even worse.
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