"here you are, sorry again for that."
the waiter said as he placed the cup on the table.
"it's okay, don't worry."
"uhm."
he started, not wanting to end the conversation with the stranger.
"this may be inconvenient but could i ask why you don't like sugar?"
dark almond eyes looked at him again, falling on his apron and on the small badge that was on it, where he had the possibility to read the blonde's name.
"mark, right?"
"ah, yes." he answered, simply nodding at that sudden question.
"something bitter will always be bitter, that's why i don't like sugar, after it melts the sour taste will never leave your lips."
the raven-haired said, sipping his coffee and observing people walking in the streets from the cafe's glass wall with his dark sad eyes.
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sugar || markjin
Short Story"something bitter will always be bitter, that's why i don't like sugar, after it melts the sour taste will never leave your lips." ▪lowercase intended ©softiebum
