The cashier couldn't help but slow down her footsteps. After she listened for a while, she clearly heard him say in Chinese, "Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi..."
He's crying someone's name?
They say the name you cry when you're drunk is the name of someone you deeply love. So, Xiao Yi is the woman he loves deeply?
Women were naturally curious when it came to love, so the cashier couldn't help but turn her head and glance over at the man sprawled across the table.
The light at the corner of the bar was dim and pale yellow. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could sense that he was deeply sad and hurt.
The cashier quickly walked away and entered the restroom.
When she returned, the first thing she did was glance over at the corner table. The man had already left. His table hadn't been cleared up yet as it was still filled with empty beer bottles.
The cashier didn't think much of what just happened; she quickly pushed it to the back of her mind and got back to work.
At two in the morning, the cashier was done for the night. She headed to the break room at the back to change out of her uniform. She waved at the bartender and said her goodbyes before leaving the bar.
Late at night, in the small French town, it started to rain.
The cashier grabbed an umbrella from her bag and opened it. As she took just two steps down the street, her gaze was drawn to a figure beneath a nearby lamppost.
It was just a glance, but the cashier recognized the figure as the man who was sitting in the corner of the bar earlier.
He was motionless and looked as though he couldn't feel the rain.
The cashier held up her umbrella and stared at the man for a while from a distance. In the end, she gradually walked over to him cautiously.
Maybe the man didn't hear her footsteps because the cashier stood right in front of him for a while, yet he didn't react at all.
The cashier cried, "Hello?"
The man still didn't move.
"Are you okay?" asked the cashier.
After she finished asking, the cashier looked at the man with the same emotionless expression on his face and crouched down. "You..."
This time, she only let out one word when he lifted his head.
Under the street lights, the cashier saw an alarmingly handsome face which suddenly hushed all sounds from her mouth.
The rain drizzled down.
After some time, the man said, "Xiao Yi..."
The cashier snapped out of her shock.
Then she realized the man was staring right at her.
She wasn't sure if she was seeing things, but she felt like the man wasn't really looking at her.
"Hey," she cried out to him again. Seeing as he didn't react, she raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. "What's your name?"
He didn't reply to her nor did he even blink when she waved her hand in front of his face. Instead, his gaze remained transfixed in her direction.
The cashier furrowed her brows but couldn't resist glancing back. Besides the ceaseless drizzle of rain, there was no one else on the streets.
The only person visible was the oriental female celebrity in the repeated advert playing on the billboard above the bar.
There's nothing to see. Why's he staring at it non-stop...
The cashier looked back and couldn't help but ask in curiosity, "What are you looking at?"
The man still didn't reply, but after she spoke, he shot her a dull look. The gaze clearly carried no emotions, and the cashier still felt like the man was a thousand miles away.