90 Days Missing You's

MATCHMAKER FAILED

"Laura, are you busy?" I asked Laura who was sitting with her nails in one of the guest chairs.

"Not really, what's up, Yu?"

"Come here, we sit in the booth there."

Laura's eyes slightly widened, before she lazily got up and walked up to me behind the counter. "Tumben you asked me to sit down? usually when I sit down, your gaze seems to kick my ass, so I can go back around."

Her pretty face grinned very wide when she was beside me. "What's wrong?"

Leonhart, who was behind the coffee machine, turned to me and smiled. I glanced at him and said, "It doesn't apply to you, Leon, but can you replace me at the cashier's table first?"

"Well, what is it? You want to get rid of me?"

"It's for your own good, too" I explained, pulling Laura's hand toward the booth, which was located far away from the cashier's desk.

"Now you're making me curious. And, if you're curious, no one can get rid of me until I figure out anything."

Leonhart had just walked a few steps behind, as I twisted the body and chased him away, "Sana, there. No, somebody's gonna pay, please serve."

I could hear a deep breath from my barist who expressed his objection, but I needed to be alone with Laura to find out about the chances of Leonhart and Laura coming together.

"You still have a boyfriend?" ask me after we both sat in the booth.

Laura frowned before going back to ask, "What kind of question is that? Like asking, do I have five grand? Of course I have a girlfriend right now, why do you think I'm single?"

"Well, who knows. Hmmm ... have you ever thought about Leonhart?"

Silent moment. Then, Laura's gaze narrowed suspiciously at me. "You mean, did I ever think of Leonhart as my girlfriend? Don't you still think about the zodiac suit yesterday, huh? Oh, my goodness, Yu .. don't think about it anymore. Yesterday's zodiac was for entertainment only, there's no meaning whatsoever."

"It's not. Look, I've been watching you and Leonhart, and I think you should be paired."

"Huh? Already, ah, I don't want to talk about that." Instead of answering, my words were countered. With a stifled face, Laura stood up and left me alone in the corner of the booth. I couldn't even stop him from leaving.

Laura should have told Leonhart a little bit of her impression, instead of just leaving me. I'm clucking. When I turned my eyes to the cashier's desk, I found Leonhart staring at me flat. Hmmm ... Maybe, I can ask Leonhart what she thinks of Laura?

Though unsure, I felt I should get the man's point of view towards Laura. If Leonhart had a crush on him, I think it would be easier. In fact, whoever Laura's partner is now, I'm sure it's not as handsome as Leonhart.

"Leon, table 15 order," called Laura while handing over the order note.

The woman did not leave immediately, yet they spoke in a soft tone that my ears could not catch. I just got up and was about to get closer to hear what was going on, but Laura was gone and Leonhart was busy preparing the order that Laura had just offered.

Passing Leonhart, I continued my steps to the cashier's desk and sat there. My view cannot be separated from the barista who deftly poured a dose of espresso into the mug, then added hot water to make a glass of hot americano. Put the order together in a tray along with a serving of caesar salad, according to the order. A moment later, Leonhart rang the bell in front of her to call out to Laura.

Just thinking now, I've never asked Leonhart if she currently has a lover or not. Most likely not yet, because if he had, he couldn't possibly be sweet-nosed with me.

The doorbell rang, distracting me from Leonhart's figure. Max entered with three sexy women and one dapper guy with a plontos-headed. The women were wearing tight sexdresses of the same model. The difference is just in the colors - red, yellow, green - like traffic lights, I thought cynically. The skirt is too short and the cleavage is low, making their oversized breasts like wanting to jump out.

"Good afternoon" said Max, a beautiful grin unfolded revealing a perfect row of teeth. I blinked my eyes.

Are my eyes troubled because it seems like Max is smiling at me? It's been centuries that I haven't seen Max's face that bright. After last week he threatened me, why is it that suddenly now the man is so friendly? Does he know now that what he did yesterday was wrong?

Although there are many other questions, I force myself to smile. Then, my smile was dashed when one of the sexy women, dressed in striking yellow, grabbed Max's waist and dragged him away.

Not long after, Laura came to me. In a low voice, he whispered, "Yu, you're called Max. He wants you to take his order."

I rolled my eyes, it turned out that the smile was just a mirage. Max is still the same person, the one who irritates under my skin. Goddamn bum! I took the order notes and walked over to their seats, while Laura moved to table 4 waving towards her.

"Did you introduce my client, Yu. They're the girl group that's going to orbit at the end of the year and Mr. Joe's from the artist manager." Max declares his guests.

"Oh, congratulations!" I forced myself to smile sweetly, though my eyes clearly caught that the sexy woman in the yellow dress was slipping her hand at Max's elbow. "Now, may I take note of the order?"

"I am as usual. What do you want, Cynthia? Jessica's? A refina? Please order, the bill goes to my account, Yu."

I nodded without looking at Max, then noted down one by one the orders of the women. Chocolate ice, Matcha ice, Odd palm-taste milk ice for adult women. This type of drink is usually ordered by ABG, but I keep my comments in my heart. The customer is always number one, right?

"And what do you want to order?" I asked the bald man who was closest to me.

His tall and slender posture upheld in response to my question. His eyes flashed the same flash as the reflection of the lights on his head, as he said, "What about your phone number, dear?"

Eh? I was surprised by his request which followed the word dear. Did that bald guy just tease me?

"The phone number is on that menu, sir, don't forget to note yes if you want to order later." I'm trying to pinch from a trap question. From the corner of my eye, Max looked as if he was staring at the bald man, his eyebrows twitching.

"Let's go faster, I'd better call directly to your phone. Can you put your number in here?"

Oh, shite! I thought my ears were having problems, but they weren't. The bald guy seduced me. Although I was reluctant to give out a personal phone number, the word 'customer is number one' lingered again in my mind. With hesitation, I took the shiny Samsung Galaxy Fold out of his hand.

I was weighing in to enter my personal number, when a large hand took the expensive mobile phone out of my hand. The seats shifted roughly as the plontos man in front stood up and sat down with Leonhart beside me. The bald man's hard face was inversely proportional to Leonhart who threw a wide smile.

Deftly, my barist finger pressed the number panel on the touch screen before thrusting it back to its owner. "If you have an order, you can call me, sir, anytime. Enjoy it." Her smile expanded beautifully before she pulled my hand away.

"Sit there, Yu, and don't go anywhere," he ordered behind the counter, then took the order note from my hand.

Every now and then I looked back, at Leonhart who was making a drink mix for the sexy trio who sat around Max and the striped-nose guy. Leonhart's nostrils expanded and her clenched jaws moved restlessly. If not for the sake of politeness, maybe Leonhart can flick the bald kidney easily.

Basic Max! He always brings an odd aura here. I feel bad for getting Leonhart involved.

*****

That day passed in silence, neither Laura nor Leonhart spoke to me. Every time he finished making a customer order, Leonhart sat in a booth far away from my place. Laura kept going around. I felt wronged and shunned, what an uncomfortable feeling.

Since at 20:00, the cafe was deserted, I decided to close it early. Laura said her greetings as usual when she left me and Leonhart, then climbed into the yellow Porche Cayenne car that came straight away as soon as she pressed the dial on her mobile phone. Sometimes, I think Laura might have some kind of sophisticated car, rather than a twisted lover.

"Here's your key, Yu," Leonhart said as she handed the cafe key, then the man turned over and walked away before I thanked him.

I hurriedly chased to stop his steps. "Wait a minute, Leon. I-I'm sorry I got you involved earlier."

"Not only that, Yu, you still have other mistakes. The thing I don't like the most is that people seek the truth about me from others. If there's anything you want to know about me, ask me directly. I've always been honest with you."

His gaze was unreadable under the shadows of the street lights. What does it mean to make another mistake? However, as the night grew late, I did not want to beat around the bush to make amends. "You want .... to have dinner with me?"

"Aargha!" I was shocked to hear Leonhart's scream. "Why not, Yu. This time I forgive you. And, don't ever give anyone your personal number, do you hear that?" Leonhart pinched both of my cheeks in a fit of anxiety. "Si-a-pa-pun!"

I clasped his hand and laughed. Sometimes, I find Leonhart a little possessive of her boss, but I guess that's just my feeling.