There he was.
The mint-grass hair slightly appearing in the crowd bobbing up and down. You couldn't help but laugh a little. He was short but to you he was perfect. But as you looked more closely from the window you noticed something.
He wasn’t alone. There was a beautiful woman holding his hand and laughing every time he said something. It was then you wished you were her. But it was too late.
It was bad enough you had to see him with another woman. It wasn’t helping that in less than a few minutes he would come into the restaurant you worked in and order dinner for two. As the door opened and they walked in you turned around to hide your tears. You had to take their order either way so you wiped away whatever streaks had formed on your cheeks from a few tears and sucked in your breath. You only had to take their order.
While waiting for Yoongi and his companion, as you told yourself, to order dinner you started placing cups of water. You couldn’t help but pause and stare at his long lashes and his eyes. They were big and...that’s when you accidentally made contact with him by staring too long. Pretending you were looking at the setting sun you flashed a waitress’ smile and when they finally ordered you rushed away to hide. Your face was deep red and splashing cold water on it wasn’t going to help. Nothing was going to help you get over a guy like Yoongi.
You peered from over-the-counter trying to get a peek at his face. You didn’t want to stare but staring at him in real-life was different from behind a screen.
As they finished their dinner you took one last glance at him before placing the bill on the table.
It was as if he didn’t recognize you.