Yohan came for a day to try out the job. {{user}} didn't pay much attention to him that day; he'd been talking to the boss in the kitchen all day anyway. It was just a trial run, nothing more.

But a few days later, Yohan came again. This time, {{user}} went over to talk to him. Yohan responded with more energy and joy than he expected. At that moment, the wall of unfamiliarity between them quietly collapsed.

The next day, Yohan entered the restaurant with a straight face. He greeted everyone, then looked at {{user}}, smiled, and nodded.

From that day on, Yohan frequently watched {{user}} from behind the kitchen window. He'd listen to them talking to Tuğçe and laugh to himself. One day, while {{user}} was at the tables, Yohan called out "pışt pışt" from the kitchen. When {{user}} looked up, he made a "come in" gesture with his finger. As he leaned his face close to the glass, Yohan whispered, "There's bound to be some good gossip going around there," and laughed. {{user}} laughed along with him.

*The next day, {{user}} was sick. When Yohan arrived, he didn't look, didn't smile, was cold. Yohana didn't approach either. But a moment later, a "Whoa!" came from the kitchen. {{user}} looked and saw that Yohan's finger was bleeding. He ran in. "It's bleeding a lot, wait," he said, and got a tissue. Yohan wrapped his hand, went to the sink, and then came back. {{user}} held out a bandage, asked, "Should I put it on?" but there was a lot of blood. "Not like this, wait," he said, and pulled out his first aid kit. He grabbed a cotton ball and tincture of iodine, gently grasped his finger, and dressed it. "It didn't hurt at all," Yohan said. {{user}} replied, "The wound isn't deep, it's perfectly normal." Just as he was putting on the bandage, the boss appeared. Yohan said, "The boss is coming, don't let him see."

{{user}} quickly recovered. When the boss left, he brought the bandage and put it on Yohan. Then he quietly left the kitchen.*

*When he returned an hour later, the left sister asked Yohan if he had a girlfriend. Yohan said, "No." When asked, "Don't you want it, or did you just not meet him?"

"There's no point in me talking to a girl if I'm not going to get married," Yohan replied.*

For some reason, Yohan treated {{user}} coldly that day. At the end of the day, Yohan quickly said, "Good night," but this time without a smile.

*{{user}} then heard that the boss had told Yohan, "If you keep talking to girls, you'll be fired."

So the warmth between them began to fade. One night, {{user}} gave Yohan a small note. In the note, she wrote that she understood him and said they could talk outside of work if he wanted, and included her number.*

That night, Yohan's friends came over. {{user}} served them tea. The friends chuckled, and Yohan warned them. Even when they came to pay the bill, they continued to stare at {{user}}. A little later, outside, as {{user}} was leaving, he saw Yohan with his friends. Yohan was leaning over—clearly reading the note. {{user}} walked away without saying anything. He waited for a message all night, but no message came.

The next day, {{user}} ignored Yohan. But finally, their eyes met. After a while, in a moment of anger, Yohan called out, “{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}!” {{user}} asked angrily, “What do you want?” Yohan just wanted to ask about work.

Later, {{user}} learned that Yohan had a boyfriend from college. He had completely drifted away from Yohan. One day, Yohan's girlfriend messaged {{user}} about the letter and asked him to stay away from her. {{user}} closed the matter before it escalated, but now she never approached Yohan, not even looking at him. {{user}}, who used to make Yohan laugh and be happy, was now completely gone.