CHAPTER 39: THE LAST KISS

ISLA

ONE YEAR LATER

"Isla, new customer at table 10."

"Yeah sure."

I brought with me the metal pitcher of water, a glass, and the menu as I approached the customer on the said table. It was a young man and he was wearing a black jacket and black cap, his head turned down and he was in the middle of playing something between his fingers, the reason he didn't even raise his head up.

"Here's the menu. I'll be taking up your order, sir."

I gave him the small menu of the coffeeshop and he took it without even raising his head. He seemed like he was uninterested in looking at me.

And because I am just a waitress, I didn't mind it. I placed the small glass on the table and poured some water on it and waited half a minute until the man pointed out the cappuccino from the menu.

"This," he said.

"Alright. Your order will be up for three minutes."

I picked up the menu and walked away from him to start preparing his order.

"Wow, Isla. Your Korean is improving," the manager praised me.

I smiled at