Finding My Own Place And Keeping A Place for Each Other
Part 7

"This isn't what I ordered," a customer said from the other side of the counter, holding up the tray for me to take. She was irritated.

I checked the order slip. Sure enough, one of the part timers put the wrong order on their tray.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," I apologized, bowing.

The part-timer eyed us warily.

"is something going on with you?" the customer asked.

People had asked me that question in so many varieties over the past few days. What would the part-time workers think? I was an embarrassment.

After fixing her order, I went to the window to watch all the students pass by, finally off from school. I couldn't stop thinking of Jungkook, and how terrible he had looked in the hospital. I regretted shouting at him. He never even texted to let me know he'd been in an accident. And worry ate away at me the more I thought about the upcoming surgery the ahjumma at the orphanage had to go under.

I looked around the shop. There were so many customers here, and they were all laughing and eating without a care in the world. And here I was, helpless.

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