I wiped off the table then sighed. The bell on the door rang and I looked to the counter to see if anyone was there. There was, so I turned my attention back to disinfecting the table.

"Welcome to Sweetie. We have a limited offer today. Buy any kind of slice of pie and get another piece for half off." my coworker said in his cheery voice.

"How... much... won?" the person said slowly like a child learning how to speak.

"₩8,515.24." my coworker said with a bit of worry.

I felt intrigued by who this customer was and turned around to look. It was a male with wine colored hair and wore an all black outfit. He could pass off as being part of the mafia. What caught my eye was his strangely colored beanie. It was variation of an orange color. One would think he would've wore a black one to match. He looked around and I wondered if he was going to leave without placing an order.

"Won..." the customer mumbled as he reached into his pockets.

We both blinked rapidly as the customer produced leaves from his pocket. Was he a foreigner? Then again, I never learned of a country that used leaves as currency. We watched as he clasped his hands then revealed won. Was he a magician? My coworker wrapped up two slices of pie then took the money from the customer.

"It's authentic..." he said a bit too loudly.

The customer didn't even seem to notice. He took the bag from my coworker then turned around and walked out. I looked at my coworker who shrugged.

"At least we made a sale, right?" he said as he watched me clean.

"He seemed... strange. Maybe he's a foreigner." I said as I carried the cleaning products to behind the counter.

"You said it. Though, he was pretty good looking." he said as he discreetly snuck a piece of pound cake.

"Really? Describe." I said, taking a piece from his stolen pound cake.

"His eyes were dark but they held so much gentleness. His mouth was curved into a slight smile. Except when he was thinking when I told him the price. I mean, I'm not gay, but who knows?" he said as he stuck a few bills in the cash register.

His description reminded me of Kevin and how he looked at me as if he was looking at something he cherished. Did I miss him? No. There wasn't anything to miss. The door opened again and the customer had walked back in. My eyes widened as he walked over to the counter. It was Kevin. I couldn't stop staring. I never thought I'd see him again.

"Jacob? Are you okay?" my coworker asked as he gently nudged me.

Kevin looked at me then at my coworker. Did he not recognize me? He continued to look back and forth between us then rested his gaze on my coworker.

"Where... to... nature...?" he asked slowly while he looked like he was straining to speak.

"Uh, I'm not sure I understand your question..." he said with a frown.

I walked from behind the counter and pulled Kevin off to the side. I made him look me in the eye. He had to know me.

"Kevin, what are you doing here?" I said in a low voice, still holding his face.

He quietly stared at me. Did I have the wrong guy? I let his face go then waited.

"I... go..." he said softly while waving before leaving.

I couldn't have been mistaken. That had to be Kevin. I hurriedly told my coworker that I'd be stepping out and went after Kevin. What was he doing out of the forest? Why didn't he recognize me? Why did I care? He kept up his pace and didn't seem to realize he wasn't supposed to cross. I picked up my pace and pulled him back before anything bad could happen.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" I yelled as I held him by his arms.

"Killed...?" he asked then let his head tilt to the side.

It was like talking to a two year old. I dragged him back to the store then sat him down at a table.

"Why are you here?" I asked, hoping to learn why he left.

He looked around then made a pained expression.

"A boy." he said.

"A boy...?" I repeated, unsure if I had heard correctly.

He nodded then took off his beanie. He reached into it then pulled out flower ring. He looked at it so fondly. The boy must be someone precious to him. Then Kevin's face fell as he put it back inside his beanie.

"Find... him..." said Kevin sadly. "I... miss..."

Kevin looked close to tears. I wondered if it ever occurred to him that the boy might've forgotten him. All children forget things after time. I let out a sigh then handed him a napkin as his nose started to run. He looked at it with curiosity.

"You do know how to blow your nose, right?" I asked hoping I'd get a positive response.

"Blow... nose...?" he repeated while touching his nose.

I took the tissue then held it against his nose. I somehow managed to get him to blow. I had to get him home, he didn't belong out here. Just as I opened my mouth, Kevin had jumped out of his seat and dashed out the front door. I looked around and saw my coworker sighing while holding his phone.

"He ran before I could take it." he said with a pout.

"Take other's feelings into consideration, you idiot." I snapped as he had scared Kevin away. There was no telling where Kevin would end up now.