Garage Cafe

Kind's Pov

"Excuse me, hello!" "Can you tell me where Garage Cafe is?" Kind inquired of a stranger passing by. Kind was obliged by his father to work part-time after school. Perhaps due to schoolwork or whatever, he has forgotten the place; all he recalls is the name of the cafe. He was apprehensive about the path after arriving at the Fountain (a magnificent Damak park).

"It is on the Bhattarai road." Stranger notices Kind is new here and has no idea where Bhattarai Road is, so she offers, "Give me your phone."

"Here" After a few minutes of typing on the phone, the stranger handed the phone back to Kind.

"I've marked the place on Google Maps; simply follow the directions and you'll arrive at your destination." [Dran you Kind, you also know this.] The lady clears things up for Kind. You should have done it sooner. illiterate] Kind cruised himself, then thanked the lady for her assistance and followed the map's directions.

Kind was standing behind a tree in front of a massive structure after a few minutes of strolling. The term Garage café was inscribed on a banner on the second level. The starters were outside and making their way up to the balcony, which housed the Cafe's entrance. He steps up and accepts the state.

Kind entered the café after opening the door. He noticed a strong coffee fragrance as soon as he walked in. It was the most revolting odor he had ever encountered. It was his first time entering a café without even thinking about it. He went out, thinking he smelled alcohol and phoned his father [You have to work. [I am unable to pay your expenses] Peter's comments hit him in the brain and he kind of hangs up the phone before Peter picked it up.

Kind takes a deep breath and enters. The first thing he saw made him say, "Wow." The cafe was nothing like he had imagined. The tables were fashioned from old trash barrels that were split in half and fastened together using a large plane of wood. The chars that around the tables were likewise fashioned from drums, but in a different style that looked highly creative. Kind then looks at the counter. Because it was fashioned from the body of an old junk truck, the counter resembled the front end of a large truck. The cupboards on the other side of the counter were built from the CT van's body. Everything Kind had seen was wonderful and gave him a sense of wonder.

"So that's why. "This is a garage café," he thought to himself.

"Good evening, Mr. "What do you want to have?" As he approached the counter, the guy behind it inquired.

"Oh, no!" I'm here on a part-time basis." Kind responded, "No," shaking his head.

"So you've arrived." From behind, a lovely voice called out. Kind turned around and saw an older woman than him, who was wearing the uniform of the cafe. Her slim body with straight long hair: dimple on right cheek; pointed nose and big black eyes: oval face with white skin and sweet, polite nature made her fascinating.

"Hello." Kind knelt and lowered his head.

"Hello, my name is Binita. Mr. Lama had directed me to explain your work here and offer you this clothing," she said as she forwarded a black T-shirt to Kind. Then she proceeded to explain what Kind had to do with this situation. His shift begins at 7 p.m. and concludes at 10 p.m. As a waiter, he will take orders.

"There's a staff changing room, go get changed," she added, pointing to the door on the other side of the desk.

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After altering his Shit Kind began his duties by taking orders from tables and bringing the items required by the guests and everybody. Some people made jokes about his starving behavior, but even though he was hurting on the inside, he smiled and accepted orders cheerfully. Soon after the hour hand of the clock pointed to 10 p.m., he smiled from ear to ear.

"Time to go home," Kind muttered quietly as he entered the staff room and changed his T-shirt into a regular one.

"All well, I'll go now and see you tomorrow." Kind said to Binta with a sweep of his hand.

"OK, bye," Bintia said.

Kind was about to close the door when someone pushed in from the outside. Jun was the one who walked in, and Kind was frozen in place.

"Hello," Jun said cheerfully as he approached Kind.

"Hey, Kind," he said. They were both astonished to find one other here. Jun was gazing at Kind, and Kind was staring back at Jun.

"What are you doing here?" Jun asked to break the silence between them

"I had a job here." "How about you?" He conceals the fact that he works here.

"Me, too, I had an appointment with Mr. Lama," another pause arose between them.

"Are you planning to leave?" Jun spoke without hesitation. It seems like he wanted Kind to go.

[Close your eyes! Jun, please tell him not to go.]

"Umm"

Jun's innermost spirit said to him, [he's leaving]. Kind cautiously began to move to the door, and he was ready to pull it open when Jun called from behind him.

"Wait! Don't leave!" Kind quickly turned around when he heard the phone call, he remarked loudly. Because of the noise, all of the staff's attention was drawn to them.

"Huh? "Why," he said quietly and blinked at the staff members who were staring at him.

"Let's dine together," Jun remarked, fulfilling his heart's desire.

Kind paused for a while before responding, "Sure." As Kind and Jun sat in the cabinet, he was aware of the looks he was receiving from Bitina and other staff members, but he was unaware of the purpose for their stares. Perhaps they were thinking that this child is not who he appears to be.