The sound of bells jingling followed by footsteps calling me to look up. Then he secretly sighed softly. When he found out that the newcomer was not that person

A beautiful woman in a short red dress smiled sweetly at another young man. Her smile widened, showing off her white teeth as she looked down and saw a large bouquet of red roses on the table. I brought my eyes back to the thick novel. Then gather your concentration and focus on the content of the same paragraph that you have been reading over and over for the past hour.

Well, today is Valentine's Day. day of love The normally quiet secret place was bustling with couples.

Or maybe...I should pray that I don't see him today.

I inhaled, inhaled the coffee aroma that permeated the shop, and closed my eyes. Pretending to forget that the heroine is in a hurry to escape from the murderer. And wait for the reader to quickly turn to the next page for her to escape from the clutches of the psychopath.

When did my daily life change like this?

Or maybe it has changed since that day.

The day I met him

As soon as I opened it, I could smell the aroma of coffee floating in the atmosphere. The sound of bells clanking loudly as the door slammed shut. Light bulbs cast a soft glow, adding warmth to the cream walls and wood-pattern floors.

The aroma, the atmosphere, the earth-tone furniture. And most importantly, the bookshelves reach all the way to the ceiling.

My secret escape from the chaos.

A small cafe hidden in a corner of the city. The truth is that it is said to be a secret shop. It's not that mysterious here. The bell in front of the store often rings from time to time. Some came to sit and sip tea and eat snacks. Some came to buy drinks or snacks to take home.

As for me, I'm the first.

“Is it the same?” the beautiful shop owner said in a sweet voice as I nodded my head in response. And this is the end of our conversation.

I glanced at the usual corner. When he saw that there was no one there, he went straight to put down his bag and smiled.

Lucky~

A cream-colored semi-circular leather sofa sits tucked away in a corner. Convenient for sitting and watching people But other people looked in and couldn't see. Receives both light from the light bulbs inside the store and light from outside. Suitable for reading books Especially for me who have poor eyesight. If you had to focus on the letters in the dark, your eyesight would be much worse.

It's pretty quiet in the store today. Maybe because it's a long holiday where people travel to other provinces.

I hummed in my throat as I went to select a book on the shelf. The good thing about this cafe is that there are many different types of books to choose from. One of the reasons that makes me stop by regularly. Drinking coffee and snacks while reading books for free is so good. As for the cost of drinks and buttermilk snacks, Including sometimes even getting books to take home. It might be more expensive than buying a book from the store and then going home to read it.

We won't talk about it.

I ran my finger along the spine of the book. While thinking about the matter that needs to be moved to a corner The bell on the door rang loudly. Before my attention was completely captured by the newcomer's soft voice.

"I'll take an espresso."

I secretly glanced towards the source of the sound. The newcomer was tall and thin with broad shoulders and long legs. Even though I guessed it from my eyes. That person's height was not much different from mine. But comparing his appearance makes him look like a clothes hanger in a clothing store. As for me, it became a kilogram.

He looked roughly through the glass cabinet. before turning around and ordering more "I'll take the orange cake, please."

When that person walked to find a seat I quickly pulled my eyes back. strange feeling That quickly built up, creating a feeling of turmoil in my heart. Then that feeling blossomed even more as he stood to the side.

With the same height, he stood next to her. Our eyes met immediately.

If we talk about the shape like a clothes hanger. Whatever you wear, it looks good. This person's appearance didn't stand out much. Especially when half of the face is obscured by square black-rimmed glasses. And I have a bird's nest.

Maybe if this person was caught and dressed Take care of your clothes and hair He may be a fashionably handsome young man.

But a fictional story is still a fictional story.

The man standing on the side still had a shaggy head and glasses on.

In fact, it's not much different from me.

But at least with a tall, thin figure, broad shoulders, long legs. It also makes a dozen clothes look like they came out of a famous clothing store.

He opened his mouth as if to say something. There was a slight hesitation in the eyes behind the glasses frames. before he asked in a low voice

“Will you read that book?”

The tip of a slender finger pointed towards the book that I had held down. When I was greeted, I was startled. Quickly retract your fingers and attach your arms to your sides. and replied stammeringly

"No, I'm looking for something else."

“What is the matter?” His voice was still soft. The other party's ears tinted slightly as he looked back.

When I told him the name, he laughed and pointed to another floor next to the one I was looking for.

“Right there, under your hand.”

"Eh?"

As I looked down, I found the book I wanted. while pulling out the problematic book I went back to stuttering.

"thank you"

"nevermind"

His voice was deep and a smile was on his lips before he returned to his table. This is enough to make my heart beat like crazy.

Then that nameless feeling became so clear, so fast, so intense that it was clearly understood in the blink of an eye.

This is actually falling in love.

He's not a handsome young man.

Or even if you dress him and take care of his hair, he will become a handsome young man. He was not yet a handsome young man. If you throw him out into the crowd Maybe this person blends in with the crowd and can't tell where he stands right now.

But I'm separated

It is said that love makes people blind. But why is he now so prominent in my eyes?

So clear that others blur it out

The sound of the bell jingling called me to look up. Since that day, I have chosen to come to this restaurant on the same day at the same time. From the past when I came as I wanted, I came and I wanted to go. Now everything has changed just because I wanted to meet that person.

The newcomer gave me a slight smile before going to order what I wanted. Choose a book to read and returned to the table to wait for the order

Fortunately, he comes back and stops by regularly.

Unfortunately, the only progress that is made is with a nod of the head, a smile, or a short greeting.

The worst misfortune was that I didn't dare advance. and could only secretly stare from a distance while waiting anxiously for him to appear

I buried myself in the same sofa in my usual seat. Focusing on a thick novel to hide the fact that right now all he cared about was him. Not a favorite book

The warm sunlight shone through the glass and fell on the other side, making him glow like he was glowing. I sighed and lifted the novel to cover my face. From what I've read that doesn't make sense to me, now I'm even more confused.

Sometimes falling in love makes people crazy.

I want to walk and sit next to him. Let's talk about your favorite books. Favorite novels, great menus, even if you see that the other person only orders the same espresso every time.

But that only happened in my imagination.

The truth is we're still just strangers. Because secretly loving is easier than declaring love. Especially when the person we secretly love is of the same gender.

I picked up the coffee cup and drank it. Then he licked the milk foam from his lips. He still looked down and read the novel in his hand. As for me, I still keep secretly looking at him.

Like a mentally ill person...

I pursed my lips and let out a soft sigh. Maybe the question you want to ask him most isn't what book do you like? But do you like men or women?

Do you like to study and acquire knowledge like this and want to study our hearts?

The jokes that gave me goosebumps floated around in my head. Sometimes I want to rush in and make jokes, flirt with girls, and drop sugarcane on the whole car. But thinking about the possibility that he might just smile and run away. So I just acted like a pervert and secretly looked at him.

I let time flow to nothing. A chocolate cookie sits alone next to a coffee cup. If it could talk, it would complain to me that why did you buy it if you weren't going to eat it?

While sitting stupidly, secretly looking at him, my head was constantly distracted. Trying to figure out why you fell in love with a normal-looking, somewhat clumsy man. Maybe if this person was a tall, beautiful, muscular young man who was buzzing with testosterone. I could have fooled myself that it was because I was infatuated with the image. and easily give up

but...

Heck, even if I myself don't have the qualifications to criticize anyone's appearance.

We sat just one table length apart. But a short-sighted person like me could see the shadow of the eyelashes falling on the cheek when the light was faint.

Crazy, I must be crazy. Even when looking at the road signs in the distance, it's really not clear.

But his eyelashes are so long...

Meanwhile I secretly looked at him and sighed. and accidentally lowered the book and placed it on his lap Our eyes met just right.

...Woe is gone.

I quickly lifted the book and closed it. Play Yai mumbles the dialogue in the novel and complains with great taste. His other hand grabbed a cold coffee mug and drank it in one go before grabbing a cookie and stuffing it into his mouth. Then karma responded when he choked until he coughed.

He... probably doesn't know.

A soft laugh floated into his ears. I couldn't help but secretly squint. Seeing that he himself hurriedly picked up his coffee and took a sip to cover it up. I knew immediately that he knew. Because that horror novel probably wouldn't make the readers laugh.

I buried my face in the book and the sofa. If I can dig down and hide, I will do it. His face was so hot he could feel it. Over and over, my heart still beats so loudly that it was annoying.

Damn it, will he think I'm psychotic? Or will he suffer until he bursts out laughing? So why...

I could see that his ears were turning red.

The seasonal rain fell in drizzles. I pushed the door in and the bell rang loudly. Because I didn't trust the weather forecast on my cell phone, I didn't bring an umbrella. And now I have to suffer the karma when my clothes are so wet that I feel sticky. Plans to sit and sip coffee, eat snacks, read books to relax have to be cancelled...okay. The plan to secretly look at men had to be cancelled.

Since I met him, I haven't finished reading the same novel. But today is different. As a bookworm, I eagerly await the release of a new novel. Therefore, to cancel the original plan But I stopped by this cafe anyway to buy some books.

And if you get to meet him too, it's a byproduct...the main purpose.

I looked around the store and then my heart swelled like a popped balloon. Same store, same day, same time, but different people. Even so, the duty of a good fan remains. I sighed and walked towards the book sales area. The smell of new books is not like the smell of old books. The smooth feel of the plastic book cover helped to dispel some of the anxiety in my heart.

After wandering around the new book section, I finally found the book I wanted. Then the bell on the door rang.

I turned quickly towards the source of the sound. For a moment I thought that I was like the dog in Pavlov's theory. The difference is that the dog drools because he thinks about food. As for me, I'm drooling...just... My heart trembles because of men.

Then the person who had been wandering around in his thoughts stepped in. His bird's nest hair was damp and even more disheveled. Even so, my unloving heart still fluttered when I saw him.

When their eyes met, he smiled shyly, "Hi."

“Hi,” I counted to ten in my head to reply without shaking my voice. The effort was then foiled when he walked over to stand beside him. Until I accidentally thought to myself that he was secretly interested in me too. But the next sentence smashed my delusion to shreds.

“You like this too?”

“Yes,” I answered quickly, even though I didn't have time to look. When I looked down, I saw that he was resting his hand on the book that I had brought (?) to buy. Fortunately, the random answer doesn't involve digging yourself into a grave. “The ending of the last book was very disappointing. When the book came out, I rushed to buy it.”

“Me too.” As he talked about this novel, the eyes behind his glasses lit up. Then I secretly added more points to him.

Like to read the same novel 1

Like to read similar books 1

Like to do similar activities 1

The only thing missing is that he (maybe) doesn't like me. This is the most important point... -10

"Who is the culprit? It's me..."

As he started talking excitedly, I sneezed loudly. He froze and his eyes widened. As for me?

Prepare to burrow into the ground and escape.

My face is crazy embarrassing. Very ugly Even though just now it was a very good time to build a relationship. But the body of someone like me who lacks exercise becomes fragile. Is it just a little bit of rain?

“With weather like this, it's easy to catch a cold. You hurry up and buy it and go back.”

Seeing his worried expression, my heart swelled. Even though this might be kindness as a fellow human being,

"nevermind You can take it first.” For a good impression, I chose to act like a gentleman, love the world, love water, love fish, and be considerate even though normally I would have quickly thanked him and taken the book. But who used this to make me secretly like him?

"Where can I get it? You come first."

For a moment, my consciousness and brain cried out to remind me why I was fighting to pick up a book. Then the heart kicked all reason aside and shouted wildly.

I just wanted to talk to him a little longer!

In the end I won He reluctantly picked up the book first. And we fell silent when next to the books was the tabletop.

“Maybe the store owner hasn't restocked the store yet.” I tried to be optimistic. But the owner shattered my hopes when she told me that the book he held was the last.

Or is this a test from heaven? That my love is enough to sacrifice a book for someone I like?

Between books and men, what would I choose?

Of course I choose a man...

If my mother found out, she would hit me.

If friends found out, friends would scold.

But who used it to make me like him?

“You take it.” He thrust the book into my hand. For a split second our fingertips touched. I felt like the blood throughout my body was pumping violently until it boiled over.

Have I...become a maniac?

"nevermind I'll just wait.” I pushed the book back to him. From one to ten Now it has changed to count from one to a hundred.

After only peeking Now I stand and talk with him. Plus, just now our fingertips just touched.

Our fingertips-we-just-touched-each other!

If this is a dream, please don't wake me.

“You come first, you buy it.”

Our current situation is like playing tug of war. The difference is that each side pushes books to the other side. He pursed his lips and his expression shone with excitement.

“Standing while wet will be uncomfortable.”

For a moment, I was enchanted by the softness and care of his voice. When he realized the letter, it was already stuffed into his hand. Moreover, he was aggressively pushed towards the payment counter, "I'm sorry, please give me some money."

“Uh.”

"Not enough money? Then I..."

The touch from my back made me tense up. Warmth radiated from the t-shirt I was wearing, making me feel scalded. Before I could find his voice, I saw him looking at me with an expression...was he worried?

"Enough. My money is enough."

Enough to buy another book to give to you.

While paying, out of the corner of my eye I saw him looking at a love amulet (read: a novel). Then there was regret in his eyes. When I saw him acting pitiful, I almost picked up the book and gave it to him. and act like a bold millionaire

Oh, Daddy gave it to me.

Which I can only think about because one, after saying this I'll probably be looked at as an idiot, and two, the truth is I want to know the next part as well. Just as a sugar cane enters an elephant's mouth, it is difficult to pull it out. Just like a bookworm never releases a new book.

Therefore, as a good secret lover After paying to buy a new book, I took possession of it. I spoke indirectly while looking at him expectantly.

“Save it for next time. I'll lend it to you, okay?"

Please say yes. If you refuse, I will shrink my head back into my shell. Then secretly spy on you in the store as usual. Then he became mentally ill...

His eyes widened slightly. The face looked like someone was helpless. Then his ears turned pale.

"good"

The sound of the bell woke me up from my reverie. This time the newcomer was a tall and slender young man. Black slacks made his legs look longer. White shirts with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing off broad shoulders. Even though the figure under the clothes is quite thin. But it can be said that he is a handsome man. As soon as I saw him, I felt my heart begin to pound.

But when I looked up at his face, I realized that it wasn't the person I was waiting for. I turned my head back to the novel in hand.

Sadness rose up in my chest. I squeezed the favorite novel that I had on my side and sighed.

Maybe this novel will be sterile after all.

Then a soft, familiar voice sounded. There was some hesitation in his voice. Still shaking a little

“Can I sit with you?”

“Yes?” I looked up at the person who had spoken. I was a newcomer just now. And when you look carefully Starting to get annoyed, "You..."

“Is that strange?” He touched the strands of hair that were shorter than he had ever seen before, looking unsure. “My friend said that this style looks better, so…”

As soon as I was sure who the person in front of me was, my heart suddenly pounded. So loud that he was afraid that another person would hear, "It's you."

From the bird's nest hair and the dainty glasses Now he has styled his hair nicely. They also switched to wearing contact lenses. From a dull young man, he became a bright-faced young man.

Seeing this change made me feel like there was something bitter in my heart.

True, today is Valentine's Day.

“You have a date?” It was like something inspired me to say it. When he finished speaking, he realized that his words had invaded his privacy. He froze and blinked. Then the face was white and clean, like someone who had not been exposed to the sun, and it became discolored.

“No, I'm still single.” He was silent for a moment before he gulped. “Can I sit here?”

I looked around the store. It's true that today the store is quite lively. But it's not like there's no space left. I looked up at the person who was starting to get nervous but refused to walk away and nodded my head.

"okay"

No matter why he came to ask to sit. I'm jealous of people who have partners. Want to sit with single people together? I am very happy and willing to have him sit with me!

When he sat down between us there was silence. It doesn't look out of place from the other tables. like a black sheep After trying to concentrate on the book in my hand for the tenth time, I gave up and changed to secretly looking at him instead. This time, we also got a close-up look.

When he took off his glasses and lifted his hair up to reveal his forehead. I realized that this dark and bland young man was as handsome as I thought. To say that he is a handsome young man Full of male pheromones that make people look at you until you look back. If you were to explain it like a person who reads novels. He was like a gentle, harmless prince. and possesses a face that arouses motherhood in young women.

“Is that very strange?”

His voice sounded like he was coming to his senses. Tell me to stop acting like a psycho and staring at other people's faces.

"What's strange?"

“My hair and, uh… face,” he stammered. “Friends say it's better to dress like this.”

“Why... do you want to change the way you dress?” I began to imagine the possibilities. Just thinking that he might have found someone he likes made him feel uncomfortable about the coconut cake he ate.

“My friend said that if...” He stopped mid-speech and glanced at me. “I think first impressions are quite important.”

“Are you going to apply for a job?”

“Uh,” he paused, his eyes rolling back. “Maybe.”

Maybe?

Are you going to apply for a job or not? But I'll just fill it out. I brushed that thought aside. Maybe he wants to flirt with someone but doesn't want to tell them. Heartbroken on Valentine's Day Does God hate me?

As soon as I guessed the other party's reason, my heart sank. I thought about how to invite him to talk. How to make an impression Now it's all been swept away by me in the trash. Heck, I don't use it anymore.

But a promise is still a promise. I took the problem book and gave it to him. Then he spoke in a dry voice.

“Look, I don't know if you bought it or not. But if you haven't bought it yet, you can borrow it from me.”

“Not yet?” He suddenly spoke with such enthusiasm that I was taken aback. Could that quiet man act like this too?

“You really like this story.” Even though love seems hopeless But I still want to talk to him. Who made me like him?

He took my (former) love amulet and placed it on his lap. His long, slender fingertips traced across the cover. Then he looked at me and smiled, “Yes, I like it.”

To know that he was referring to this novel But when I heard the word "I like" from his mouth I felt like the blood in my body had turned into boiling water and pooled in my face.

“The items I ordered are now available. One latte A glass of espresso and an orange cake, is that correct?” A bright voice interrupted.

Today the shop owner seems more tired than usual. But even though she was running around without stopping, the smile on her face was still bright. For a moment, I felt her eyes smile as she placed the latte glass in front of me.

“I didn't…”

“I'll treat you to this glass.” There was embarrassment in his voice as he moved the porcelain glass back and placed it in front of me. “I saw that you liked to order lattes so I took it upon myself to order one. If you don't like it, I'm sorry.”

I blinked. before looking down at the coffee cup in front of him The shop owner usually makes latte art with a leaf pattern. But this glass has a heart pattern.

“Uh.”

“And I'm lending you this one,” he hurriedly continued, pulling out a thick novel from his bag. “I heard you ask the shop owner. But there isn't any at the store. So I thought maybe you would like to read it.”

I was still stunned as I took the book and held it. People who secretly love me tend to be selfish, so I don't dare to be delusional. And because his heart wasn't in his body, he accidentally dropped the book on the floor.

“Oh, sorry.” I quickly picked up the book and luckily nothing was damaged. Dropping a book in front of the lender is more than a nightmare. Especially for avid bookworms who are ready to transform if their beloved book is damaged. But even if you have quick hands, you can grab the book in time. All the separators and extras that were inserted also fell and lay on the floor. And the most striking thing was a piece of paper with neat handwriting written on it.

'This is my ID. Do you want to add me to talk?'

I immediately looked up at the owner of the book. and just in time to see him make a confused expression before raising his hand to cover his face Only the ears were left white and red.

I looked at him and my mouth dropped open. From when I used to think that the sound of my own heart was beating loudly This time it was even louder. I picked up the piece of paper but no matter how hard I tried to grab it, it couldn't be picked up. It was then that I realized how much my hands were shaking. Until another person bent down and picked up the piece of paper and handed it to me.

His voice was shy but filled with excitement. “I, I, that is.”

“Thankfully, I met people who liked the same things. I think it would be good to talk to someone like that.”

I pursed my lips and looked at the crumpled piece of paper I was holding. Try entering the ID there into the chat program. and mustered up the courage to send out a message

'What should we talk about?'

The sign that another person was typing made me hold my breath. I don't know if his talk will be like my talk or not. But I can only hope before bending down to read the message on the screen himself

'First of all'

'What is your name?'

I immediately raised my head. Seeing the color on his face and the expression of nervousness I started counting from one to ten. then replied in a low voice

“My name is...”

Drunk with Khun Kyo

The blood roots are appropriate for this matter. I wrote it purely because I wanted the Reed Write brand. At first, I planned to write the same special episode. But I don't know how to insert it. So I wrote a short story. I really wanted to write a love drama. But the theme turned out to be Valentine's Day, so I was like, okay, so I changed to writing this story.

The secret is that the writer really likes the smell of coffee and the atmosphere of cafes. But I don't drink coffee. I'm a fan of milk tea and bubble tea. The coffee I drink is too embarrassing to be called coffee. It should be called coffee flavored milk haha. The cafe I've been to is a dessert cafe. Go in and eat. Haha.

There are 555, that's it.

The beginning of writing was to write about secret love and two shy people, that's all. Do they like each other or not or is it a one-sided love? We have clearly hinted at this. That's the end of it.

Please follow my existing works and future works as well/send a kiss.

P.S. After re-reading, I realized that it still hadn't been explained. The dog in Pavlov's theory came from an experiment by Ivan Pavlov. He experimented by ringing a bell, a bell, or something he couldn't remember for a long time when giving food. Do this every time until finally, when the dog hears the bell, he automatically salivates because he thinks he can eat the food.