Third Person’s POV

Two days ago…

“Besh!” Emily shouted as she restlessly entered Ryan’s room.

True friends are really like this; having someone who thinks that your house is also hers, and your things are also hers. If it is possible to share saliva with a friend, then the two might have done that a long time ago.

“Are you okay?!” Emily asked Ryan. “The cotton candy shop owner called me. She said you fell into the fountain!”

With a bored look on her face, Ryan turned to her while drying his wet hair.

“Hey,” she said in a cold tone. “The first job you recommended is working at the Paradise Shot, which is a night bar. Now, I work as a mascot in a cotton candy shop. Are you really my friend?”

Ryan grabbed the pillow and threw it into Emily’s face. Unfortunately, Emily has quick reflexes, so she caught the upcoming pillow attack.

“I did not know that it is a night bar!” Emily explained. “And I was also not aware that the cotton candy shop will offer you the job as the store’s mascot. Can’t you just thank me for helping you find a job?” she continued, pouting her lips.

Emily is Ryan’s best friend, who shares almost the same age as Ryan. They are also studying at the same university this year. However, Ryan still hasn’t told her about her problem regarding the boarding house she’ll live at.

Emily and Ryan have opposite personalities. If Ryan’s hobbies are reading books, watching movies, and writing stories, then Emily is into Korean idols whom she called ‘Oppa.’

Not only Emily is active in following her idols’ daily lives, but she also learned how to speak in Korean language and study their lifestyle.

“Jinguya, naneun-yo, kenyang dowajeoseoyo, araji?” Emily spoke Korean, which sounded like an alien language to Ryan.

Keeping her composure which, she needs in order not to hurt her only best friend, Ryan gritted her teeth, saying, “You are really crazy.”

Emily nodded her head as if agreeing enthusiastically with Ryan. Then she sat on the bed and opened her lips again.

“So what are you going to do? Are you going to continue to work at that cotton candy shop?” she asked, brushing her hair that she recently dyed golden blonde.

“I made a mistake during my first day at work. Do you think that shop owner will accept me again?” Ryan answered, sighing.

“Awww, that makes sense,” Emili also agreed. She looked at the ground and then set her shining eyes back on Ryan. “Aha! My mom’s friend just opened a new coffee shop! Do you want me to recommend you?!”

Because of her best friend's silly suggestion, Ryan took another try. She went to the coffee shop and applied for a job. However…

“I am really sorry. We have already hired enough employees for the shop. You came so late, dear,” the coffee shop owner apologized to Ryan.

Though sad at the news, Ryan gave her a faint smile. “That is fine, ma’am. I understand.”

“But since you are here, let me get you some drinks and cake. It’s on the house.”

She blinked at Ryan before she stood up. Declining free foods isn’t on Ryan’s vocabulary and so, she accepted the free snacks.

“Thank you so much!” she exclaimed happily.

While waiting, Ryan roamed her eyes around the coffee shop. There is a vintage decoration that amazed an interior designer’s wanna-be like Ryan. And she also thought that the location of the shop was really perfect. It’s far from the chaotic road and the owner even hired an acoustic singer.

‘Ahh~ It such a waste that I cannot work here,’ Ryan sighed inwardly.

"This is the last song I'll perform," the male singer announced through the microphone.

Because Ryan was too occupied with her conversation with the shop owner, she did not notice the gem on the stage. Now she could understand why all women inside the shop were giggling even before.

“The singer is handsome,” Ryan murmured to herself. “And he looks cool while holding the guitar.”

“This is a song that I composed,” the singer said. “I hope you all would enjoy listening to this.” After saying those emotional words, the man started to sing using his gentle and sweet voice.

As soon as he started singing, tears fell from Ryan’s eyes. It wasn’t because she felt so emotional about the song, but because of her new contact lenses.

“Are you okay?” the shop owner asked Ryan. She placed the tray of coffee and cake on the table before she peeked at Ryan’s face. “You’re crying.”

Ryan quickly shook her head and explained.

“I am okay. It was because of the contact lenses I am wearing.”

The misunderstanding between her and the owner was fixed. But what about the singer who also saw Ryan crying from afar?

A funny misunderstanding continued.

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Ryan’s POV

“You’re blocking the way. I need to get something from the fridge,” he said in a monotonous voice.

It took me seconds to realize that he was asking me to get out of his way.

“Ahh, s-sorry,” I apologized then quickly slid sideward.

As soon as I moved away, he opened the fridge. “Banana ice cream,” he murmured. As he closed the door of the fridge, I saw a cup of ice cream in his hand. “If you see a banana ice cream in the fridge, then it’s mine.”

‘Was that a friendly instruction or his warning?’

I just nodded my head for the sake of peace.

“Usually, I don’t share my ice cream,” he spoke again. “But if you want some, you can get one.” After that brief moment, he stepped away.

“Wait! Your name is…!” I asked. I think it is a courtesy to ask since he said something nice.

The pink-haired man looked back at me. Wearing a poker face reaction, he disclosed, “Vincent.”

“Ahhh, Vincent.”

Kyle mentioned him to me before. So it was him.

“Nice to meet you, Vincent. My name is…”

“Ryan.”

“Huh?”

“I already heard your name before when you introduced yourself. No need to repeat it.”

We looked at each other for seconds in the middle of an awkward silence.

‘Why does it feel like I am talking to a robot?’

“Ahh right,” I chuckled. “Can I ask something?”

He blinked his eyes. Since he stayed in his place, I will accept that as his cue that he’ll let me continue my inquiry.

“Did we meet before?” I flung my curiosity.

Actually, I am not sure if he is really the guy I saw in the coffee shop. My eyes at that time were adjusting to my new contact lenses. And although he has the same pink hair, it’s not wrong to be sure.

“Yup,” he responded.

“I’m right!” I gasped. “That’s why your face looks very familiar.”

“I saw you crying that day.”

“Huh?”

Crying? Who?

He suddenly turned around and left me clueless.

Who’s crying? Me? When? Where?!