Yul POV

I stood in line behind a family of three, the little boy tightly grasping his father's hand. Although I was supposed to be deciding what to order, my eyes kept sliding for the exaggerated pictures of the food above the cashier's head to the boy's hand, reliving my memories of a happier time. The family turned away, happy meal in hand, and I stepped forward to place my order.

As one of the workers placed my undecorated sandwich on the tray in front of me, I heard a voice say, "but I can't even taste the caramel!" I turned and collided with something, and was completely drenched in scorching hot liquid. "Oh dear…' I heard the same voice sigh. The body I crashed into disappeared for a second, only to reappear with napkins to dab on my jacket and shirt, which thankfully received a minimal amount of damage.

"This is so something she would do…" passed through my conscious, only to be followed by a "no, you must not think of her." My "Yah, ottokae?" must have been not as inaudible as I thought, for the being who was dabbing at me reacted to it.

"Oh. Korean. Er… I know this… Oh, yeah! Mianhamnida!" I chuckled at the uncertainty in the girl's voice. She took it as a sign of forgiveness and left to buy me my meager lunch, which was now on the floor, and her drink, this time with extra caramel. I stayed rooted to my spot, only half aware of surroundings. This girl seemed so much like ChaeKyung. It was when she offered me the chicken sandwich, this one with more than just bread and a patty, that I finally took a look at her. Although her mannerisms were exactly like her, ChaeKyung and this girl looked nothing alike. Her eyes were black and expressionless, unlike the warm brown that he was accustomed to. Her eyebrows, now creaseless as she stared back at me, seemed to be the only form of expression. This girl's skin was not the cream of a cup of café au lait, but the color of milk chocolate, untouched by nay sort of makeup. The nose was petite and fitting, but the lips were nowhere near the perfection of ChaeKyung's. I grabbed my sandwich and walked away. Anyone who reminded me of what was left behind was not to be meddled with: it was too painful. As I sat at one of the high stools near the window, I saw the coffee girl being pulled out the door by whomever she was speaking to before.

Mary POV

As I was being dragged out by a friend eager to get home, I wondered if I'd ever meet the strange boy again. Probably not, as we were all the way out in Indiana, only for a young adult conference that had taken place earlier in the week. Chances of going back and bumping into someone who could have been form anywhere in the world were unlikely. Once on the freeway, conversation became easy again to our group of girls. "How rude was that guy back there!" Melissa exclaimed.

"Nah, Mel, he was sad about something. Really depressed, actually, you could see it in his eyes."

"You and your face reading. How do you even know it works?" she teased.

"It worked on you, didn't it?" Melissa's grin disappeared, and a small note of agreement left her lips. The rest of the trip I was left to wonder what had made that boy so sad. Once I got home, however, I was smothered in love from family that had come from all over the country to congratulate me on getting into the college I wanted, and their attention erased any thoughts of the brooding man from my mind.