#chanumon

#7 Characters: Chanwoo, You Genre: Slice of Life? but cuter Word Count: 369 words

It was two in the afternoon, which was the end of your shift. You hung your apron on a hook and dusted coffee granules off your uniform. You couldn’t wait to go home, but you were a little too overworked for the journey back.

You sat on one of the tables in the café, staring off into space. You hadn’t realised that there was a male in the direction you were looking at. Your eyes were lazily set on him as you ran through the thoughts in your head, unaware when he returned your stare. He instantly averted his gaze, attempting to act as if nothing happened. He began to fidget in his seat, clearing his throat a couple of times before checking to see if you were still looking at him. And you were, without registering it.

There was a puzzled look on the male’s features and the moment he stood up and approached you was the moment you realised that you had been staring at him all along.

“Um… Excuse me?” he spoke, causing you to tilt your head up to look at him. He rubbed his nape, anxiously sipping his drink as he took a seat next to you. “Is there um… something on my face?”

You blinked at him a few times as he whispered to you, feeling your face heat up and quickly shook your head.

“No, no,” you denied, chuckling sheepishly, “Sorry, I was just tired from work. I didn’t realise I was staring at you.”

“Ah…” he nodded.

An awkward silence followed after. You couldn’t stand this uncomfortable atmosphere, and you thought it was rude to just sit there quietly. He, too, felt the same way. You straightened your posture and glanced at him, flustered to meet his eyes. You both looked away at once, clearing your throats to cover up the awkwardness.