"Yes, goodbye"
After the guests left, Yoon-ha sat down on the chair, exhausted and listless. She sighed, her eyes closing softly.
It's really hard... Beomgyu, a cafe employee who saw her, placed a cup of coffee in front of Yoonha and sat down next to her, asking her in a worried tone.
"It's okay if you take a break if it's hard, Yoonha."
"But it's work, so... there's nothing I can do about it."
"Work is work, but health is the most important~ and so is your condition."
"It's okay~ Thank you for your concern, Beomgyu."
Ah... What...? Yoonha burst out laughing and stretched as Beomgyu scratched his head while smiling awkwardly. "Oh, and thank you for the Americano too." He sipped the Americano on the desk and went back to the counter. After Yoonha left, Beomgyu's face turned red, but I don't know.
Ding-ding
The door opened, and the staff returned to their respective positions, preparing to greet the guests. A man in a coat, his features clearly visible even from afar, entered. "One iced Americano, please?" The voice he spoke in, handing over his card, sounded familiar, but I paid without seeing the customer's face.
The female employees were whispering among themselves that he was handsome while glancing at him. "Well... how handsome must he be?" they thought to themselves as they raised their heads,
What I saw before my eyes was Choi Soo-bin.
"Lee Yoon-ha..?"
Choi Soo-bin..? Why is she here.. Ah, Choi Soo-bin comes to this neighborhood often, so I thought we might run into each other at least once, but I didn't know it would be now.
Although he was flustered, he tried to remain calm and continued speaking.
"What would you like to order?"
" ..Yoon Ha-ya "
Why were they calling my name again? Thanks to that, I immediately received suspicious looks from the employees. Ha... Why did we have to run into each other here and now? I should've just rested earlier. I regretted not resting earlier and raised my collar as high as I could.
" customer, "
"Not now, but when it's over, when it's over, let's talk. A little bit will do."
"..I'm sorry, but I don't think that will work, sir."
Oh no. I've been mistaken. I cursed and cried a hundred, a thousand times inwardly. My heart softened for no reason at Soobin, who seemed ready to burst into tears at any moment. "Oh no, I really shouldn't be doing this..."
Yoon-ha, who was weak to crying, was internally conflicted. What should I do?
"Please, please... I won't make it long. Just a little, just a little..."
Ah, I really can't... I bit my lips and worried.
Oh wait, but why am I avoiding him? We've never dated or broken up. Why am I avoiding him anyway?
It was a sudden burst of emotion. "Well, it's nothing much. Just say, 'Oh,' and come back. What else do you have to say?" I said, rationalizing myself.
He sighed and whispered softly.
" ..finishes at 6 o'clock."
" .. thank you "
Sigh... I finally gave in. It's against the rules to use Choi Soo-bin's face! He sighed and ruffled his hair, criticizing me for what I did earlier. Beomgyu, who was watching from afar, told Yoon-ha to go in and rest, saying she looked tired today. Yoon-ha smiled, thanked him, and went into the break room.
"Thank you, Beomgyu."
“No, it must be hard. Please go in and rest.”
Beomgyu stood at the counter, grinning at Yoonha. Yoonha, who had entered the break room at that moment, relaxed into her chair, leaned back, and closed her eyes. "Haa... I feel like I can finally live."
But, no matter when I see you, Beomgyu is a good person, right? I opened my eyes slightly and looked at the ceiling.
I kept thinking about Choi Soo-bin. The happy memories I had with her, and the painful ones that followed, slowly began to resurface. You might not like me saying this, but I've become a lot better. The tears that used to fall every night have decreased to once every four days, and the depression that used to come every morning no longer consumes me.
The days I spent feeling like I was going to die, unable to even muster the strength to endure, have become bearable. They say jellyfish survive by floating with the current. I'm trying to live that way too.
But the problem is that I keep sinking. I'm trying to let go of my obsession with being happy. I really hated the saying that time heals everything, but I guess it's true. And the resentment I felt toward you every moment has eased a little. Perhaps it's thanks to what I heard.
Sometimes when I hear the front door opening and heavy footsteps, I can't help but hope it's you.
I'll just put it somewhere over there. Still, there are more gloomy days than happy ones, and more days where I feel melancholy than laughter, but I hope you can endure it.
You and me.