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.”

said that, his expression

sorry!” Ellie quickly apologized,

gaze fixed on the sky outside, his eyes tracing its vast expanse. In a somber tone, he began to recount his past.

the village. Everyone rejected and insulted me.

she handed me two steaming hot buns and roped me into playing games, showing me the

the purpose of my existence. But later on,

out his heart, Ellie couldn’t hold

the window’s faint reflection, Yosef glimpsed Ellie’s sorrow, finding a sense of solace

to find someone to share his pain with. Now, as Ellie shed tears for him, offering

another

wiped her tears and continued, “You’re right. Kindness might not always be rewarded. But in doing good deeds, we find our own happiness, don’t

words had Yosef pause, and he

Ellie added, “She showed kindness to you, and you’ll cherish her forever.

he approached, gently patting

there, no more tears.”

“Okay, I’ll stóp.”

her tears with her sleeve. She wanted to say more, but

wretch! I

unsightly man, leaning against the door