"Great. I'll be waiting in the shop. Finish your work here and then get me a cup" he says with his hands in his pocket and starts strolling back towards the entrance.
"Hey! Wait! Yah" I scream behind him but he doesn't pay any attention to me.
When I nodded, I assumed he would wait here and I would just bring him a cup of ice cream outside and not him walk into the store.
Afraid that he is a thief, I quickly run after him, my short legs barely keeping up with his long stride.
How long are his legs?
Is he that fast? Or am I out of shape?
By the time I enter the shop, I am heaving but he sits in one corner casually, humming a song and tapping his fingers on the table.
"Yah! Get up, you'll get the milkshake all over here. I just cleaned up" I scold him and as I pointed out something shocking to him.
He stares at himself, studying his attire.
Slowly, a realization hits him as his eyes widen. His mouth forms a small 'o'.
He's definitely not the brightest crayon in the box.
Why is my day going like this?
Who's face did I see today first thing in the morning?
"Oh sorry. Can you lend me some clothes?" he asks casually and I instantly raise my hands over my chest in a cross.
Does he think we are friends?
Did he forget he was accusing me and calling me whatnot, just a few moments ago?
I need to get away from this weirdo.
I take a step back and he rolls his eyes and lets out an annoying sigh.
"What are you doing? I meant is there an extra pair of uniforms I can borrow? I'll return it tomorrow. I don't want clothes from your body, you psychopath" he states as he gets up from his seat.
"I didn't think you mean that before you uttered your last sentence," I say and take another step back.
He rolls his eyes again.
I inspect around him to check whether there are any stains.
Thankfully none.
But the way milkshake is dripping from his head, I won't be surprised if he stains the tables or booth soon.
"Do you think we are friends now? I hope you didn't forget that you were calling me a stalker. You can't expect me to serve you like you're just another kind customer" I scold him.
When I don't move from my position and just stare at him, he sighs again.
"Come on, you owe me this much for eavesdropping on my conversation and witnessing my weak moment" he shrugs and I flinch.
Weak moment, my ass.
He was kicking and punching garbage bins, cursing out his mind.
He just pouts and looks at me expectantly, like he is right and I should help him.
Well, I did eavesdrop, weak moment or not.
I huff in annoyance and tell him to follow me.
I turn on a small light and search for some clothes in the lost and found pile. I don't expect to find anything there but I still search, just in case.
Finally, giving up on the lost and found section I walk to the supply cabinet and search for an extra uniform. There must be a few extra uniforms here.
I hand him a 2XL t-shirt as well as a plastic bag to put in his soiled clothes and point him in the direction of the men's washroom.
He just stares at it and then at me but I shrug.
The bright yellow of the t-shirt stands out even in the darkroom.
If he is going to be like that then I can be like this.
There is a medium that I know will fit him but I will not give him that.
"You're pants are fine. Just change the shirt and put the soiled clothes into the plastic bag. I don't want you to dirty the place" I warn him.
After realizing that I am not going to do anything more, he quietly walks into the men's room.
As I wait for him to come out, I contemplate, when exactly did my night turn for the worse?
How did my night turn out to be like this?
I was supposed to be home early and start preparing for my junior year of high school which is supposed to start this coming Monday.
I only have two days left.
I could have easily told Woojin no and gone about my way and he would be the one stuck with this weirdo here but No...
Instead, I had to be a good human and do this favor to Woojin and now I am stuck with this stranger.
He doesn't take much time, thankfully.
Within 10 minutes he is out wearing the ridiculously large yellow t-shirt that hangs from his shoulders making him look like a hanger for the T-shirt.
I let out a chuckle but quickly cover it with a cough.
Then I do the mistake of looking at his face.
His hair is wet and sleeked back.
He washed his hair. His pink hair looks a shade darker when wet.
His pale skin is flawless, not even a single freckle or pimple, unlike mine, and his eyes are ever so sharp as they stare at me as if assessing me. His lips are deep red as if he has a habit of chewing on his lips.
What the hell.
Why does he look so fine?
I look away instantly, afraid if I look too closely, I'll drool.
"My ice cream?" he asks and I just look at him, annoyed.
"Were you really serious?" I ask and he nods with a very serious expression on his face and a pout on his lips.
Is it because of the poor lighting or are his lips really that red?
I am quick to discard the useless thought and I turn to the fridge.
I did listen to his conversation when I shouldn't have.
If he really wants the ice-cream so bad, I can just hand it to him and he will be on his way and I can finally lock up and be on my way.
I scoop out a considerable amount of mint chocolate ice cream and hand it to him.
He takes the cup and goes back to the booth and plops himself down before putting a spoonful in his mouth.
What the hell?
Why isn't he leaving?
I walk back to the place where he is sitting and take a seat opposite him.
"Now that you have your ice cream, we are even. Can you leave?" I ask politely but he completely ignores me.
"Korean mint chocolate hits different you know. I was in California for the entire summer and tried the same flavor in different ice-cream parlors but it's just not the same. Korea has the best mint-choco" he hums in satisfaction as he takes another bite.
He doesn't make any motion to move or get up and I lose it.
I don't care who he is but he needs to leave.
And I need to lock up!
"Look I don't care if you're a thug or the president's son. I just want to close up the shop and go home. I am already late and too tired" I say and hope and that he takes his ice-cream with him and leaves.
"The president has a daughter" he mutters, not even sparing me a glance, his full focus on the cup of mint-chocolate ice-cream.
I am getting really frustrated with this man.
Is this his way of taking revenge on me for eavesdropping on his conversation?
"What on earth are you talking about?" I ask, rubbing my temple, a bad headache from tiredness and hunger starting to form.
If I don't eat something, I might faint from hunger.
Why did I agree to lock up tonight?
I shouldn't have done Woojin that favor. I am paying heavily for being a good friend.
"I said, the President doesn't have a son. He has a daughter. Her name is Jaeshin but she prefers her American name, Jasmine" he says finally looking at me.
He has some ice cream stuck to the corner of his lips.
I purposefully don't tell him that because he is annoying.
Way to get your revenge, Yuri.
It's gonna be so embarrassing for him.
My own sarcasm attacks me but I will celebrate even the littlest victory at this point.
But the drop of ice cream doesn't make him look funny, only makes him look cute and a little young.
Perks of having a handsome face I guess.
God, I hate him.
"And how do you know so much about the President's daughter?" I ask and fold my hands over my chest.
He was clearly not making any signs of getting up until he finished his ice cream.
I shouldn't have agreed to serve him then.
It was a big mistake on my part.
Damn me and my guilty conscience.
This is going to be a long night.