As it was approaching noon, there were more and more visitors at Anne's coffee shop. Because the coffee made by Jack was delicious and affordable, coffee addicts from various circles came to the coffee shop after hearing his name by word of mouth. As a result, every lunch hour the coffee shop was always full of visitors. Anne's cookies were also sold out fast.

"I'm so tired today," said Anne quietly, massaging her waist when she finished tidying the chairs to their original place when the last visitor had just left the coffee shop. ​​

"Look for new employees, you can die of exhaustion from work, Anne," Jack rebuked her, looking annoyed. He had asked Anne to find new employees dozens of times but Anne never wanted to.

"I can do it myself, Jack, after all, I already have a great employee like you, why should I look for employees again," said Anne with a big laugh.

"Stupid girl!!!" Jack muttered while throwing his apron on the chair roughly. He then grabbed his bag and immediately left the coffee shop without saying goodbye to Anne.

Jack left Anne's coffee shop when the clock was still showing five in the afternoon. The working hours were only from nine to five. Whether or not the ration of coffee to be sold that day was finished, he would come home at five, according to the contents of his work contract with Anne two years ago.

Seeing Jack leave in that way Anne just smiled silently. She and Jack really didn't get along. The relationship between the boss and the employees was a professional collaboration, therefore Anne never interfered in Jack's business.

Slowly, Anne walked to the cash register. She smiled when she saw that Jack had tidied up the money from today's sale along with the receipts. Even though Jack was rude to her, Jack was an honest man, this is what made Anne rethink her decision to find additional employees.

Because for Anne, it was very difficult to trust other people again after all that had happened to her in the past. Because it was almost dusk, Anne then grabbed her bag for the money she had just taken from the cash register.

Anne intended to deposit the money into an ATM cash deposit machine near the police station in front of her shop. She deliberately put the money in a savings account under the name of her coffee shop to make it safer.

At the beginning of each month, she would print a checking account to see the results of sales during the month with Jack. If the coffee shop made an increase in profit, she would tell Jack about it. Anne did not want Jack to feel that his efforts were not acknowledged.

After putting all the money into the ATM, Anne then left for her apartment. As she walked along the path to her apartment building, which was not far from her coffee shop, her smile grew bigger when she saw the sun that began to set on the western horizon.

"Thank you for today, Lord," said Anne gratefully.

HONK

A luxury car suddenly blared its horn loudly so that Anne almost dropped her cellphone, which she used to take pictures of the beautiful sunset.

"Hey, watch out. Are you looking to die!?!" shouted a man from inside the luxury car at Anne.

"Sorry, what did you say, Sir?" asked Anne slowly, trying to be patient as she put her cellphone into her jacket pocket.

"You're not deaf, are you Miss?!!" replied the arrogant man again, throwing the coffee cup from Starbucks coffee just like that in front of Anne.

Anne's facial expression immediately changed when she saw the man who had just scolded her littering. Without thinking, Anne immediately grabbed the plastic cup which was still wet with the whipping cream, and immediately put it back in the car where the man who had yelled at her was sitting.

"If you can't get rid of the trash properly, at least keep your trash for yourself!!!" snapped Anne loudly a moment after tossing the trash back into the car.

"What the fuck, hey you bitch come back here!!!" shrieked the man. His expensive pants were dirty with whipping cream.

Anne, who had walked away from the luxury car, did not look back again when she heard the man's scream. She continued to walk toward her apartment which was not far from where she was today.

"Stop, Daniel. This is your fault, not the girl's fault," said a man from the backseat holding the man sitting in the driver's seat who turned out to be Daniel.

"Why are you defending her, Aaron? I'm your friend, not that girl wench," Daniel snapped at him. His was flushed with anger.

"You littered earlier, so change your pants before we get to the venue," Aaron replied flatly as he handed Daniel his black card.

Daniel laughed widely when he received Aaron's black card, he finally continued his way to the party venue where Aaron was the guest of honor.

"An interesting girl," said Aaron to himself as he passed Anne who was still walking to her apartment.