"Miss Yeoju, this is... right?"
"Ah, ah... yes"
"Whew... Did you get permission from that customer for this? I see there's a lot of chat and stuff like that!"
My heart sank. What should I do? Should I beg for forgiveness? Or... Tens of thousands of thoughts flashed before my eyes, and I couldn't find the answer, so I was tossed around and around in circles. My heart pounded like crazy, and my cheeks flushed red, making me feel like a bright red tomato.
When I didn't answer, the boss gently took my hand and said he would give me one more chance.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... everything."
[From here on out, I wrote this after the deadline.]
I found a new part-time job. I feel bad about not being able to talk to that customer... but I don't see him even once at the cafe I worked at before or our secret meeting place. ใ ใ ใ ใ
Oh, anyway, my new part-time job is at a cafe again. Since my only experience is at a cafe, I really didn't want to do this, but since there were so many applicants, I applied once and got accepted right away. Wearing an apron and tying my hair up! When I say "dang-rang" (a Korean word for "dang-rang"), I brightly say "hello!"
"Forget the past and focus on the present!"
Unlike my previous cafe, it was bustling with people and frequent vendors. It's definitely more challenging and tiring than before, but I consider it all my karma and work hard. When I receive my first paycheck, I'll put 200,000 won toward rent, 500,000 won toward donations, and...
Ding-
"Welcome... Huh?!"
"It was more disappointing than I expected. It was fun though."