I grew up in an emptiness without love and care. My estranged family made me grow up to be determined and decisive enough to handle anything. Being abandoned caused me to live a life of struggle to survive. Ambition that has been accumulated throughout life is the pride of living and breathing. And I won't let anyone ruin it.

-coffee shop-

I still sit in the same place in my regular coffee shop, the same corner I like to sit in. The music in the shop still plays classical music that I've always admitted to myself that I don't understand at all. Although I love listening to the instrumental music of other Eastern countries, I cannot understand the same kind of music from the instruments of cultures on the other side of the world.

The sounds of people still faintly audible penetrated my ears from time to time. Interspersed with songs playing a melody that doesn't make you understand any feelings. The mind can only focus but the rhythm changes according to the rotating music program.

“Crepe cake and hot Americano, please.” The plump woman carried the coffee and crepe cake onto the table next to a tablet with a mechanical keyboard that typed sounds. Tok Tak every time a letter key is touched. I glanced at the hot Americano coffee mug. Observe that there are still a few pieces of ice floating around.

My eyes examined whether it was as I had instructed the staff or not. "Hot coffee with two ice cubes," I mumbled, thinking to myself until I accidentally smiled with satisfaction at the coffee in front of me. From the passion that I have, it's quite special, unlike others. Until I didn't dare show it without being afraid of other people's eyes.

Coffee that is too hot is immediately unusable. When I myself did not have the ability to live with hot water like the fish in the Thai proverb. Therefore, adding ice to hot coffee will reduce its boiling degree somewhat. So that I can drink it as soon as I put the coffee away. It would be the best choice for my lifestyle.

"That crepe cake. Will the taste be bad?” I thought to myself as I looked at the white crepe cake next to the coffee cup to my left. It was placed on a porcelain plate with an old-fashioned vine pattern that looked like it was decorated in an old-fashioned way, but it was quiet enough to make me feel safe from people's thoughts.

On the plate, aside from the bland white crepe cake that was layered with white cream that had been carelessly smeared on it, next to it was a small jar containing a large amount of strawberry sauce at the bottom. Next to a tiny spoon I reached out and picked up the little jar with two fingers and poured the sauce from the bottom of the jar onto the top of the cake that hadn't even covered half of the cake yet.

The saucer dropped two strawberries and placed them on top of the cake. Opening his narrow eyes, he looked carefully at them through his black-rimmed glasses. I couldn't help but think that Those two strawberries must have been soaking in the sauce for many years. Fortune must have relied on preservatives to survive until it was piled on top of this cake.

Even though his skin was so pale that it blended in with the colors of the cream and crepe cake layers, I accidentally smiled again and picked up a serrated spoon to slice into my mouth the crepe cake mixed with white cream with a foam-like texture and pink-brown strawberry sauce. The first taste that my soft tongue sent as a neurotransmitter to my brain was "the taste of hell."

The blandness of the crepe layer cannot be combined with the sweet, fluffy cream. The taste was so bland that I secretly wondered if it was because we brushed our teeth. How can the taste be this hellish?

"It's appropriate that it's sold as a coffee pairing package," I couldn't say it louder than in my quiet murmur to myself. Because there is still consideration that I have for shops that still rely on them as a place to bring caffeine into my nervous system. The delicious taste of the strawberry sauce and the greasy foamy cream could not cover up the bland taste of the cold crepe cake. When you swished it in your mouth, it was like you were forcing yourself to try to eat the remains of the sugarcane. Other people have already finished chewing.

The hairs on his arms stood up to confirm that. It's as expected, there's nothing wrong with it. No matter who makes it, it's not suitable for what we want to eat. But on the other hand, or actually, we ourselves are not suitable for it. Not suitable for the blandness that other people like.

A beautiful watch on the right wrist shows half past noon. I sighed heavily before picking up my cell phone and looking at it. The light on the screen brightened as my finger touched it. I scrolled down to find the phone number of one of my subordinates who was watching the construction site for me at that time. His name was Thanwa, the name I was picking up the phone to call. After a few seconds, the destination picked up the call.

"Yes, sir."

"December, where has the fourth class work gone?"

"Wait a minute, brother, where did you go to on the fourth floor?" Thanwa's voice shouted and asked another foreman.

"I'm going to build a wall this afternoon."

"I'm not coming into the office today. I'm going to go to the main office and have a little talk with Ton."

"Yes, sir."

"Uh, now today If that blue curtain finishes building the wall, you can leave late.”

"Is something wrong, bro?"

“Waiting for everyone to leave the site, you can bring five of your workers up to test the strength of the walls. Let's knock them all down."

"Is that good, bro? Don't you feel sorry for it?"

"I can take pity on it. But its work must also be good. If it's well controlled, the wall probably won't be a problem. But if it is, I'll go in and take care of it myself tomorrow afternoon.”

"Yes, sir."

Dec's voice fell, our conversation ended. Right now my brain is feeling something that is going to happen in the future. There are some things I have to do well. Some of the things I'm best at and some of the general punishments are not commensurate with the crimes that some people are about to commit. I gradually put things on the table into a black backpack.

Start by folding the tablet into a black case with a beautiful shiny leather cover. Black tablet stand so I can read stories more easily from the tablet's display angle And the compact but powerful sixty-percent mechanical keyboard combined with the rhetoric I used on social media. All of the items were arranged and stuffed into a large bag.

Before moving away from the table I had been sitting in for hours at the old-fashioned restaurant where I liked to hide in a corner. Brown leather shoes

Loafers

My favorite couple walked my body around to the chair across from where I was sitting a moment ago. His dominant hand slipped into the loop of a large red braided rope lying on the chair. I sang my favorite song and walked out of the store. Followed by the sound of the staff shouting their thanks. and bless me today

"thank you very much Have a nice day."

"Yes, it's going to be a great day" if I don't find that hellish crepe cake first.