Jake takes another sip of his coffee, and then ask, “You’re up for talking about what happened on Tuesday?” he looks at me, waiting eagerly for an answer. “Well...” He looks at me, then down at his cup. He then replies with a calm voice “It's fine. It's personal. You don’t have to tell me anything...” He takes another sip and then gets up of the sofa. “Well, I have work in about 40 minutes...” He looks down at his watch. His watch is almost fully black except for the numbers, those are white. It’s a nice watch! He said it belonged to his dad. He got it from his mom 3 Christmases ago. After his dad passed away, due to cancer.

After that, he stopped celebrating Christmas. Can’t blame him though. Here I am, having all my family members still alive, but I still hate celebrating Christmas...

One tradition we both enjoy during Christmas is visiting his dads’ grave. It’s a nice tradition. It feels way more fulfilling than being with my own family. And I feel it makes Jake feel less abandoned when I’m with him. But now that he’s got a girl, he would probably go with her instead.

I get up and grab his hand, and I tell him about the employee and about how I met him after work, telling me he liked me. Jake looks surprised, but then the surprised look turns into a smile.

He gets closer, and gives me a hug, “That’s good news bro. So what happened after he confessed?” I look at him, and then at the floor, I say in a quiet voice “I got scared and ran away...” He looks at me with confusion. “Why would you do that?!?” “You said you’ve thought about him since you first lay your eyes at him. So why would you run away?” I feel the guilt as he said that. It really hit me how I probably made him feel bad. How stupid can I be?

We walk out of my apartment, giving each other a hug before walking our separate ways to work.

Work hours goes quicker with Lila having my back, we were both joking about how much we hate each other, and dance around to the overplayed music singing shitty covers of `em. Sometimes there would be a few customers. Some would give us a look of disgust; others would smile and maybe join us for a few lines. But most of the time it was the two of us. Just having fun. The day goes by pretty quick, and then it’s time to close.

Its Friday, and I have the weekend off. I see a missed message from Jake he writes: “You up for dinner together? My girl had to work extra so you don’t have to worry about feeling left out.” I smile and replay with “Sure, were?”

We have a nice warm meal at a restaurant in the mall. We both laugh and joke about stuff. When we finish the food, I look towards the store where I met that guy. I had completely forgotten all about that, ever since I and Jake talked early in the morning before work. I don’t see him though; I only see the same woman work there as when I asked about my wallet.

Jakes hits me with his hand on my left shoulder. I look at him all confused, he then says, “Go talk to him, you should at least apologize for last night, right?” I stare at him blankly. Jakes right, I should apologize, it probably took him a lot of courage to confess like that. I nod to Jake, and get up, and walk towards the store.

The employee turns around and says with enthusiasm and a smile “Oh it’s you again. Did you find your wallet?” I reply with “Yeah, I did, but that’s not what I’m here to say...” “Oh, what can I do for you then?” she replies. still smiling. She really fits being happy. I then ask how many workers there are. She gives a look of surprise, and then reply with “Oh, why do you wanna know?” I look down at my feet and reply with “Oh, just out of curiosity.” “It’s a very specific question to ask, and it isn’t something I could just give you “just out of curiosity...”” I look up at her “Well its… I wanna apologize to a worker here, for something I did. I... I just don’t know his name.” She smiles at me and then replies with “Can you describe him for me?” I swallow my saliva, and then I start “He’s got black hair, purple eyes... around the same height as me, he’s Asian.” She looks down, then says “Cheonsa... His name is Cheonsa.” “Oh, what a cute name!” The employee starts giggling, I just said that out loud, didn’t I. “So, you like him huh?” she says and gives me the look like what my sister did when I got lost looking at boys for too long.

“what’s your name then?” She responds “its siren.” I reply “oh what a cute name, so that’s what you did to my little angel.” What! Is she talking about! “what are you talking about?” I respond. She’s quiet for a few seconds, then she says “I’m Cheonsa aunt. He came home last night, and I could sense him feeling off. Especially since he was overexcited right before he went to the gym, earlier that day.” She sighs, “his mother wasn’t too fond of him liking boys, I got him out of there and moved away.” She then looks at me and folds her hands around mine, and says “please don’t hurt my little angel.

I look her in the eyes and say “I really like your nephew, please give me either his number or tell me where he lives. I need to apologize and ask him on a date!” She smiles and gives me his address.

I walk back to Jake who’s half asleep, I tap him on the shoulder, he opens his eyes slightly, then they suddenly open WIDE “You used way to a long time in there. What happened?” “I got his address I need to meet him right now!” I say while trying to run to the exit. Jake then grab my arm, and tries to stop me “Hey why the rush? We got to practise the whole day tomorrow if well ever get the chance to…” He says as I grab his arm and force him with me out. I don’t have time for his bullshit.

“I need to ask Cheonsa on a date!”

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I did not forget to add their ban practice until now, ahaah no no never AHAHAHHA...

Also, am I moving a bit to quick, I feel like I do, hope that isn’t the cause. Do you like his name? Cheonsa I mean... I felt like he should have a Korean name sksksk

I’m not obsessed with Korean (Asians) at all noooooo!

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Sorry if my grammar is really bad, English isn’t my main language…

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