𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

Latte | Jake

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As the minutes slowly passed by, each ticking second serving as a painful reminder, it became increasingly evident that the blind date I had been so hopeful about had taken an unexpected turn for the worse.

The initial spark of anticipation and the prospect of forging a meaningful connection had gradually faded, replaced by a lingering disappointment that settled like a heavy fog in the air. It was a stark and sobering realization that not every blind date would lead to the fabled fairy-tale ending I had naively envisioned.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as if mocking the dwindling hope within me. Suddenly, in an abrupt and decisive motion, Sungho rose from his seat, his voice carrying a tone of finality that cut through the awkward silence. "I'm sorry," he uttered bluntly, his words laced with a touch of regret, "but I don't think you're the one for me." Without waiting for my response, he turned on his heels and swiftly walked away, leaving me sitting there, stunned and overwhelmed by a disorienting mix of shock and sadness.

The vulnerability I had mustered to step out of my comfort zone and embrace the unknown had been met with a harsh rejection, leaving an indelible mark on my wounded heart. It felt as though the universe had conspired against me as if the stars themselves had decreed that my quest for love would forever remain unfulfilled.

In the aftermath of this disheartening encounter, I found myself absentmindedly massaging my temples, a feeble attempt to soothe the growing ache in my head—a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil swirling within me.

I found myself absentmindedly massaging my temples, trying to soothe the growing ache in my head. As thoughts raced through my mind, a sense of disappointment began to grow within me. I couldn't help but dwell on memories of my ex, their presence inflating my mind like a bittersweet balloon. Images of the ways they had mistreated me mingled with recollections of the good times we had shared, leaving me in a state of melancholy and nostalgia.

Resting my face in my palms, I let out a long, weary sigh, desperately trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. It felt as if a heavy weight sat upon my chest, crushing my spirit and extinguishing the flickering flame of hope that had briefly ignited within me. In that vulnerable moment, I questioned whether I would ever find the love I so fervently sought—a love that would mend the shattered fragments of my heart and make the pain of rejection subside.

Lost in my thoughts and the depths of my despair, I barely registered the presence of someone approaching my table. When I finally lifted my head, my eyes were met with an unexpected sight—an employee, strikingly attractive, with an ethereal quality that caught me off guard. He had a puppy like face. The magnetic pull of his presence was undeniable, and a faint smile played upon his lips as he offered a slight bow, his nervousness adding a charming touch to his demeanor.

"I hope this brings you some comfort," he murmured, his cheeks flushing with a rosy hue, before quickly turning away with a sheepish yet endearing sense of urgency. Placed before me was a steaming latte, its comforting aroma delicately wafting up and enticing my senses. Intrigued by this unexpected gesture, my gaze shifted downward, and that's when I noticed a small note attached to the cup. My eyes traced along the handwritten words on the sticky note, and a soft, genuine smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

"I noticed you were feeling a bit down, so I hope I can heal your heart with this latte. (P.S. Don't worry about paying, it's on the house)," the note read, accompanied by a small, clumsily drawn smiley face that seemed to radiate warmth and compassion. A gentle chuckle escaped my lips, momentarily lifting the weight from my heart, as I marveled at the thoughtfulness and kindness behind this simple, heartfelt gesture.

With gratitude swelling in my heart, I carefully peeled off the sticky note, taking a moment to savor the sweet anticipation of the warm latte against my lips. As the liquid caressed my tongue and spread its comforting warmth through me, I felt a sense of healing and renewal, a balm for the ache of disappointment that had threatened to consume me. In that precious moment, I allowed myself to find solace in the beauty of this selfless act of kindness, a reminder that even in the face of rejection and desolation, there are still some people who possess the ability to bring a ray of light into our lives and restore our faith in the goodness that resides within us all.