Love At The Wrong Table

As the drunkard spoke, Ellie wrinkled her nose at the unmistakable scent of alcohol wafting in. She instinctively covered her nose.

“I’m out of wine, but I can lend you some cash,” Yosef offered casually, producing a stack of bills.

“Whoa, you’re a lifesaver!”

The man accepted the money without a second thought, leaving without bothering count it or leave an IOU.

“Mr. Yosef, do you often lend a hand like this?” Ellie inquired.

Yosef nodded.

“You’re kind-hearted, but didn’t you just say kindness might not always pay off? Why be so generous then?” Ellie’s confusion was evident in her innocent gaze.

“It’s because of a woman. She changed my perspective,” Yosef admitted openly.

With a sigh, he looked up at the sky, where the memory of Queenie lingered in his thoughts.

“I see. Mr. Yosef, can you tell me who she is?”

Ellie looked a little disappointed. So, Mr. Yosef already has someone he likes.

“She’s dead.”

soon as Yosef said that, his expression turned

sorry!” Ellie quickly apologized, her voice

outside, his eyes tracing its vast expanse. In a somber tone, he began to recount his

the village. Everyone rejected and insulted me. I was so desperate I even contemplated ending my miserable and

handed me two steaming hot buns and roped me

purpose of my existence. But later on, I realized she was jus

out his heart, Ellie couldn’t hold back her

reflection, Yosef glimpsed Ellie’s

his pain with.

surely find another woman as kind as

be rewarded. But

pause, and he turned

her forever. You showed kindness to me, and I’ll remember you always. That’s the reward of kindness, isn’t it?”

understanding smile emerged, and he approached, gently patting her head.

no

“Okay, I’ll stóp.”

to say more, but suddenly, a noise echoed from

wretch! I finally found

door frame with one hand, smirked at Yosef.