The next morning, Supli was combing her hair in front of the mirror when she looked at herself and sighed.
“What are you doing… I’m just going to the cafeteria.”
But part of me was definitely looking forward to it.
‘Maybe… we’ll run into each other again?’
Suddenly I looked at my watch,
8:15 (begin work by 30)
'You're finally crazy, Supple;;;'
Run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The cafeteria was crowded as always, and the supplie carrying the tray searched for a table.
There was no room anywhere.
Except for one thing.
There was a seat opposite that one.
Yellow hair. Yesterday's guitar man.
He was sitting alone, quietly stirring his soybean paste stew.
‘Ah… I don’t have anywhere else… Why of all places…
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Yeah! Just sit down. Naturally, what if there's no room?'
Flea approached cautiously.
“Excuse me… Is this seat empty?”
The blonde raised her head. Her eyes were slightly surprised.
“Oh, yes. Well... please sit down.”
They put down their plates and began to eat in an odd silence.
All I could hear was the sound of chopsticks, and the steam from the soybean paste stew was rising.
Then, the yellow-haired one spoke first.
“…That… That thing yesterday… The band. Thank you.”
The voice was low and awkward, but it was full of sincerity.
Flea laughed for no reason.
“It’s okay. The wound looks a little bad...”
“...um, thank you anyway.”
Silence again. But this time, it was better than before.
Flea hesitated and then opened his mouth.
“But… what’s your name? They gave me the band without even knowing your name. Haha.”
The yellow-haired man stopped his chopsticks and said.
“It’s Han Noah.”
“Oh... I’m a supplie!”
“Plea....”
“Ahem.. Please take care of me from now on! I think we’ll be seeing each other often! Ahem.”
Noah didn't look away from those words, but instead looked at Flea.
'Ugh...why do you keep staring at me...hey...I don't know if that guy is real...but he's such a different person now that we've gotten to know each other...'
"Please take care of me too. Please finish it."
From that day on, the two often ate at the same place.
Although we didn't talk much, we gradually became accustomed to spending time together.
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Is it possible to become this close just by knowing each other's names?