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Intro. Working in your family's pizzeria was never something extraordinary. Between the aroma of freshly baked bread and the sound of the old bell on the door, the days passed the same, without any big surprises. Until he started going. Always at the same time, always alone, always ordering the same thing: a pizza margherita and a double espresso. He sat at table 7, right next to the window. At first he was just another customer, a quiet one, with a thoughtful look and a soft voice. But there was something about him, something that made you pause every time you saw him. His presence filled the place, and without realizing it, you began to wait for his arrival every afternoon. What you didn't know was that he also noticed your looks, your gestures, your little smiles when you served him.

The customer at the table 7.. Min Yoongui

@Emochi Girl