We want to write about other people's views on a person's strange personality.

We believe that every human being has one trait that outsiders may consider strange.

So I stopped by to write for fun. Because I couldn't write about the elevator, haha.

...Please give it to me.

...Have you ever asked yourself what you like and cherish the most?

...and if you have to lose that thing How will we feel about ourselves?

...sad? cry? Angry? or other feelings that we want to express to people to know what feelings we have

like now I sat and looked at my co-workers that I had met since the first day I started working at this company. That person had been sitting in front of his desk crying for a long time. It's been five minutes. In both hands he held the heart-shaped chocolate candy that I had brought for you. which I received from a friend who traveled abroad again

I sighed for the tenth time, even though I didn't intend to count. But I'm sure it's definitely more than ten rounds.

I stopped paying attention and turned back to the work I had left in front of me. Hurry and get it done before the salesperson comes in to hand over the money in the evening. To avoid the chaos of two work sites colliding. Meanwhile, I could hear sobbing coming into my ears from time to time. I couldn't stand it for long, so I chose to escape the sound by putting on headphones and playing music to drown out the annoying sound.

Even though I want to escape that sound But out of the corner of his eye he couldn't help glancing at the person sitting next to him, he was still crying. Both hands were still holding the chocolate as usual. I couldn't bear it, picked up the tissue on the table and handed it to him. He turned his white face obscured by tears and snot. The corners of her thin pink lips turned downward. He held out his hand to take it.

Say thank you with a sobbing sound Use the tissue you just received to wipe your face. But the sobs can still be heard.

“Lek, stop crying. My eyes are as swollen as lemons." I couldn't bear it and had to complain to him. and realized that it made it worse Because he didn't stop crying. But he cried harder than before.

"Huh, who broke my little heart?"

"It's just a snack, little one."

"But it's Lek's heart." Too bad, instead of getting better, it got worse. His cries became louder than before. With snot and tears flowing together. I sigh again Retire from all work Picked up a tissue, got up and walked over to the person who was crying.

"Don't rub your eyes or you'll get red." I grabbed the hand that was rubbing my eyes away. Small eyes that were wet with water looked up at me. Before the corners of his mouth began to part and he let out a loud cry.

"Huh, Lek's heart is broken."

“It's just a snack. Why are you crying?" I held the little face still, using a tissue to gently wipe away the tears and snot as gently as possible.

"But this one's already broken." Another set of tears that had just been wiped away flowed out. I have to subtitle it again. In his slender hand he was still holding a snack.

"I'll bring you new things from home tomorrow. Stop crying." I continued to wipe away the tears that were still flowing down both cheeks for him.

"...Who broke it?" I wanted to shout that the snack might break on its own in the bag, but I didn't dare because his red face made me speechless.

"And who do you think Lek is?" He looked down at the snack in his hand. Sitting and thinking for a moment, then shook his head.

"Huh, I don't know." No one picked up his snack to eat. Because of other people, I brought it to everyone. And his stuff no one dared touch anyway. with a reputation for being possessive of his own food

"Maybe it broke in the bag?"

"Heck, Lek, I don't know, but, heck, it's already broken. What should I do with Lek?" I really want to tell you, just eat it.

"It's okay. Let's eat this first."

"Lek doesn't want to eat at all. Lek feels sorry for him." Does he feel sorry for the broken snack?

"Eat it, I'll bring you another bag tomorrow." He sniffled loudly. Before nodding, he accepted and put the snack in his mouth. But instead of stopping crying He screamed harder than before. The chocolate in his mouth melted, flowing from the corners of his mouth, and dripped onto his company uniform. I sigh again Find another tissue to wipe clean.

"Huh, Lek bit you."

"Very talented, talented person." I wiped off my mouth that was stained with this black stain. Until everything can return to normal. It's time for the salesperson to return to the company. I started checking the remaining items back and forwarded them to the small charger that needed to be delivered today. By the time it was finished, it was almost 6 p.m. Because some people come back late

Lek, whose eyes were red from crying, was surrounded by his brothers asking what was wrong. When they found out the reason, everyone focused on me. They came to criticize me for not helping take care of the snacks for the little one. Can you let the youngest's snack break? Everyone knows that Lek's habit of possessing snacks is so serious that it has caused chaos many times. Until it was the reason that no one dared to mess with Lek's snacks again.

Got the elders back and invited Lek to talk, make jokes and tease until Lek was able to laugh again. And probably forgot about that snack too. This time I breathed a sigh of relief. Pick up a pen and write on your left hand that tomorrow you mustn't forget any small snacks. with underlined text for emphasis

"Lek, my boyfriend has come to pick me up," the voices of older siblings who were drinking outside shouted inside. Lek craned his neck past the computer and looked up at the door. Lek's girlfriend works at a bank in a nearby mall. Standing at the mirror, smiling at you. In his hand he held up a bag of rice to show off to his girlfriend. Lek smiled at his girlfriend and waved at him. Shouted out that 'Wait a moment, Lek.' Lek hurriedly finished his work.

Submit the work to the supervisor successfully. Put your things in your bag and prepare to return.

"Lek, come back first. Lek, please close the office."

"Okay, it's good to go home."

"Yes." Lek waved his hand goodbye to me. Carrying the bag, I walked out to meet my girlfriend. I looked through the glass and saw Lek snatch the bag of food from his girlfriend's hand to see what was there. before smiling widely, showing satisfaction It must be something that he likes to eat. Lek's boyfriend pats Little's head affectionately. Then he hugged me and walked me to the car.

When Lek returned to the office where only I was sitting and working, it was quiet. Hurry and complete the remaining work. After sending the daily work to the head office, I packed up my things, checked everything, turned off the lights, and locked the office.

"Is the work finished?" the sales department head asked me. When I sat down on the floor next to you

"Yes." He accepted the glass of liquor he had made for him.

“Huh, why do you use your right hand to hold the glass? I see you're usually left-handed." He asked. I looked at my right hand that was holding a glass of liquor. before turning to look at the message on his left hand that he had written down and forgotten

"The pen mark will soon fade."

“Look, I really respect your kindness.” The old man patted me on the shoulder twice. I know that you understand me. Even though we never had a chance to talk directly, you are a very good leader. I had a problem, even though I didn't tell you, you always noticed and asked me questions.

"What can I do?" A bitter, burning taste flowed from my mouth to my stomach. I don't really like drinking alcohol much. But you have to eat sometimes in order to have a chance to build good relationships with the sales staff.

"Be strong. I don't know what to say to encourage you.” He proceeded to make me some liquor.

"Thank you, brother."

"Have you ever thought about telling him?"

“...No, I don't want him to think too much. Moreover, we have been friends since high school. I'm afraid I'll lose it.” I sat and watched as the other elders sang songs to flirt with girls passing by.

"I hope everything goes well." He patted my shoulder to encourage me again. I nodded and thanked him again.

The left hand is written with a blue pen. Some parts have already faded. I took out the pen in my pocket and rewrote it more clearly so I wouldn't forget it, even if it was the nice guy I'd bring snacks for tomorrow. I won't remember what I talked about.

...which is not the first time something like this has happened.

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