It was pouring with rain.
Winter had just arrived in Seoul and the cold was almost polar.
I was sitting on the sofa in my home, now empty, looking out the window, sipping a good cup of hot tea, as I thought about the next step to take to get my shattered life back on its feet.
For about a month I had been single again and like all my plans for the future, my heart was also shattered.
My ex, Kyle, a Californian transplanted to Korea, had been sent from his company back to his home in the United States, thanks to a promotion.
We didn't live together because of his choice: he said we had different habits and that we needed our spaces.
The morning after we spent the night together, I woke up to find a fucking message, with which he gave me the well-served.
"I got the promotion I was dreaming of .. I went back to the States .. I'm sorry .. Goodbye!"
He was the classic haughty, vain and haughty American boy; what he could get anything he wanted, including me.
Once he reached his goal, he abandoned me with great ease, returning me to the state of despair I was in before I met him.
I had been captivated by his smile, his bravado and his muscles; I was completely canceled and then downloaded .. what an idiot!
Luckily, I still had my refuge, the place where the real Kia could come out without prejudice, the only thing that still made me happy: my cozy little coffee shop.
My thoughts were interrupted by the annoying sound of a notification; I got up and went to open it puffing
- .. this fucking advertisement ..- I was about to close it, when the bold text, which appeared immediately after, caught my attention and I read
- DO YOU FEEL STRESSED OR DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO DURING YOUR FREE TIME? TAKE PART IN OUR "COOK WITH THE SENSES" COURSE.
THE FAMOUS CHEF, MULTIPLE STARS, KIM NAMJOON, IS WAITING FOR YOU .. TO DREAM WITH US! - I took a look around, feeling the solitude and the silence; I sighed
- .. but yes .. why not ?! After all, I like to cook ..- I clicked the site and signed up
- .. this is the time to move on! -.