SIXTEEN

TWO WEEKS LATER

I stare at the glass window of the coffee shop. There ain't much people coming in. I know that we're supposed to be closing up this afternoon. I don't know why. I've been asking the other staffs, but they never said an accurate answer. They were reluctant in telling me. It's not kike I really need to know, I was curious.

“There was an issue last week with a customer.” One of my guy coworker said to me as he was about to take off he's apron.

I nod simply, “Oh that. That's horrible. Do you think we would lost this shop?”

“That's what I heard. They are closing this for a year and if the issue resolves, then it'll come back,” Patrick, his name is, he's taller than me a few inches. Cute and simple. He always wears black. I've kawya wanted to ask why only black.

“Is that true?” I quickly give myself a worried rub on the forehead. “What about us?”

“I don't know much. They say it'll probably open again but they will move it in another town.” Patrick doesn