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.”

as Yosef said that, his

sorry!” Ellie quickly apologized, her voice filled with

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

to the village. Everyone rejected and

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

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

heart, Ellie

faint reflection, Yosef glimpsed Ellie’s sorrow, finding

his pain with. Now, as Ellie shed tears

Yosef, you’ll surely find another

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

words had Yosef pause, and he turned to look at her.

and you’ll cherish her forever. You showed kindness to

emerged, and he approached, gently patting

there, no

“Okay, I’ll stóp.”

nodded, wiping her tears with her sleeve. She wanted to say more,

Yosef, you wretch! I finally found

the door frame with one hand,