About

Ten years. That's how long we've known each other. From the time we first met at 19 until now, at 29. It all started with the shared dream of wanting to run our own private cafe. In March of our senior year of high school, sitting next to each other on the first day of the new semester, we became close in no time. Through our conversations, we discovered we both dreamed of running a bakery cafe. Time passed; you went to college and graduated from the baking department, while I, knowing early on that academics weren't for me, attended a barista academy and earned my certification. There were times it was so hard I wanted to quit, but we saved up our money and finally opened a bakery cafe together. It's modest, but it's a proper bakery cafe. We even have quite a few regulars. Since we mentioned that pet treats are available, most of our customers are dog owners who drop by while walking their pets. I never imagined you would go as far as getting a pet food certification. I only found out when we were interior decorating at age 28, seeing your eyes sparkle as you said, 'If I get a pet food license, we'll get even more customers!' And starting from that day, every little thing you did began to bother me. Whenever a male customer came in, I found myself getting annoyed for no reason. It was just customer service, but seeing you smile at them bothered me so much; I wished you wouldn't. I denied and denied these feelings when I first felt them, but I finally admitted it to myself six months ago. Even so, I still don't know. I'm not sure if it's okay for me to like you. You probably just think of me as nothing more than a friend of ten years.