❝YOUR POV❞

▬▬ "Day 1"

You were rummaging through your backpack trying to look for your lunch or your lunch money but, the more you rummaged through your bag the more you believed you forgot to make a meal for yourself.

Sadly, no matter how messy you made your bag, you still couldn't find your lunch. Instead of looking for something unfruitful, you switched your objectives and looked for your lunch money instead but found no sign of your wallet's existence as well, which made you aggravated than you already were.

You were about to slam your locker closed, but a tap on your shoulder made you stop.

"Y/N, a pretty girl from the counter wanted to give this to you." Vicktor, one of your coworkers, said as he handed you a sandwich wrapped in tinfoil and a separate container that contained fries.

"Can you tell her I said thanks?" You requested, too shy to approach the lady, but the male merely laughed at you, most likely catching onto the idea that you were shy to say that to her face.

"Do I look like a butler to you or something? Why don't you tell her yourself."

With an uncomfortable amount of teasing you have received from your co-worker, you managed to muster up enough courage to face her, but once you left the employee's quarters, you just received the news that she left before you could show her your gratitude. It slightly disappointed you that you weren't able to thank her for her kindness in time, but then a random question popped up into your head.

How did she know I forgot to bring my lunch?

A feeling of uneasiness washed over you as you glanced at the food in your hold. You won't lie, it smelled great, and it looked appetizing, but the thought of it being tampered with poison scared you. The stomach that was once crying and begging for food was silent from the thought of the food being messed with.

You admit you know there is a possibility that the "pretty lady" tampered with the food, but you were quite indifferent to the idea of dying; you didn't care if the lady did something to the food and you might die. As long as the method of your elimination wasn't messy and it wasn't tedious, then it's all good.

You threw away your cautiousness out of the window and bit into the sandwich, and it was delicious.

As you went on consuming the meal, there was a card shaped like a heart that stuck to the container of the fries. Curiosity struck you as you finally noticed the existence of the letter, but you opened it later, seeing as your hunger was stronger than expected.

You opened the letter and was met with a printed letter that said "I hope you enjoy the meal! PS: Don't worry about returning the container, you can keep it. Consider it as a gift from me to you." The pretty lady's kindness towards you made you smile. You didn't expect someone as kind as her to be thoughtful enough to give you something, asking nothing in return. 

▬▬ 𝕿𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝. 𝕮𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 2
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