It’s the sixth day, and there she was, always at the same hour, same table, same order, it was like she was a robot. She never took someone with her or was waiting for someone because during these days Jaeho paid enough attention to be sure that she used to go there just by herself. He didn’t like going in places like that, where the decoration was what they used to call cute, especially alone. The only reason why he insisted in going there was because of her, and only that. Sometimes he didn’t even ordered anything, he just used to sit a few couple of tables away from hers, and spend hours if necessary looking at her, studying her features and trying to imagine how would it be if they had the chance to talk, to feel each other’s presence, what was impossible for Jaeho. He could do anything, scream, throw things, anything, she wouldn’t notice his presence and that’s when he finally accepted the fact that he didn’t belong there, he was just one more lonely soul without anywhere to go. He was dead and for once, he hated it.