y/n plopped on the couch

"He should be here any minute..." she mumbled while checking her wrist watch.

She smiled in content,looking at the reflection in the mirror.

It was almost the nth time checking herself out.

Well...she wanted to look good for him.

But almost half an hour passed. He still wasn't here.

She hummed a song in boredom.

Stared at the door,hoping the milkboy would walk in.

No reply.

"The number you are calling is currently unavailable. Please leave a voicemail-

Ending the call with a sigh, "maybe he's busy..."

She shrugged her shoulders and decided to visit his workplace instead.

-

y/n got off the taxi and looked around.

There were many dressed up casually,holding boxes of milk.

She looked at the bottle of juice in her hand.

The first time they met. That's what he said.

Pretty ironic isn't it?

A milkboy whom doesn't like milk.

She walked in,her heart thumping in excitement.

To see him.

To hear him say, "hey y/n!"

"Excuse me,but is Lei here?"

The man looked up with a welcoming smile.

"Huaze Lei?"

She nodded,only to see a change in his expression.

His eyes were filled with sorrow,stammering in between words.

"I-Im sorry. H-he p-passed awa-away this morning..."

Her hands lost grip.

Lost its strength.

The bottle of juice drops.

Spilled.

Eventually seeping into the cold,hard ground.

Like her tears,falling uncontrollably.

"He left this for you."