(You):What will you order?
So quietly you ask, a bit he was smiling. But this is not the smile that I was watching from the side. She’s too reserved and… yeah, it’s time to order, I already look too weird.
Taehyung: Coffee, please
you’ve put in a notebook with a pen in the pocket of her apron, took the menu and started to leave, but for some reason I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
Taehyung: Sorry, I want to mend.
You stopped and looked at me again.
Taehyung: You don’t know me?
(You)In what way? – You ask bewildered.
Taehyung : I mean, it’s, uh, you don’t recognize someone like me?
What the hell, Kim Tahan? Why are you talking such nonsense?
(You):Oh, that.
You look down, embarrassed.(You):Actually, Yes, I recognized you.
Again you look on me and Yes, finally, you’re smiling, so confusedly and naturally. I think my heart just missed a huge beat. Poor chest, she’s not to be envied.
Taehyung:Then why didn’t you tell me?
(You): I thought that you would be uncomfortable to sit here, if you start to pester questions like “And you are not by chance Kim Taehyung of BTS” and similar. So I didn’t say anything.
Slowly and word for word you seem to me so easily all explained. What a genuine miracle?
(You): Oh, right, coffee. I’ll get it. Don’t you want anything else?
Taehyung: No. And no official treatment,I want to be normal.