▬ cogito ergo sum ▬

What a thing, to be both starving and empty. To ache for love— to take the scraps from its table, and yet, run sickly from the feast. You can’t fathom why I’d gobble your kisses but duck your attention, please. Understand— Some of us have gone so long hungry, the idea of being full feels worse than the affliction.

everybody is born with a map “tattooed” on their forearm that’s centered on the exact location of where they’ll first meet their soul mate // alternately, the map acts as a gps and shows the location of your soul mate at all times

The message that she received from her phone was, then, used as a ticket for her to escape the spot where she stood. Indeed, it was an opportunity that she needed — something that would spare her the awkwardness of greeting him firsthand right in front of his door. Without wasting time, he ran back to her apartment, hid behind her door until he’s gone, and sighed heavily — how pathetic was she to the eyes of a nonexistent audience right now? Extremely pathetic, probably.

Dark brown eyes roamed at the presence before him. Indeed it wasn't her usual get up. On normal days, he would catch her fashioned nothing but formal attire. And downed with colors barely matched her eyes. Albeit today, for some reason, she prepared a lot. Was it for him? Of course not.

Being a model can have its perks, or at least that’s something Feirah believed. There was always a way to get a photoshoot, due to the circle models lived in. They had connections, and always had some sort of project available. Not only that, but the circle always grew. Of course, some models were assigned to certain companies, but many were like Feirah herself, freelance. She’d gotten offers before, but she’d simply refused them, because she wasn’t necessarily one to be tied down to only one group. This particular Friday, she’d been invited to a meeting at a nearby cafe to discuss the theme and setting of one of her group’s newest project. Another model whom she’d never met before was to attend the meeting, wait, scratch that. He wasn’t necessarily a model, from what she’d heard from her friends. He only did it every once in a while, and she could understand that. Sometimes, she wished she could focus on her sketches, but she knew it could be hard to make a living out of that. She sat in the table, sipping her iced coffee while she watched the customers mingle and walk around, glancing every so often towards the entrance. She was about to go order herself a small treat to go along with her coffee before she heard the murmur of her group go louder, all their attention to the man who had just walked in. She turned to look at him and gave him a smile, observing how he was hugged and such. He must be really well known by them. Feirah felt a little embarrassed since she wad the only one who didn’t know him, but she quickly got over it. She had to give a good first impression.

Those people occupying the small cafe are the only reason he dived himself into modeling. Samuel isn't interested in joining that profession to begin with but because of his friend's encouragement, and constant begging, he became involve as well. They often compliment him; rather his physic. He is tall, and his facial structure matched well to be a model. They always tell him to utilize his looks for it is a gift given by God. Albeit internally, Samuel could only muttered otherwise.

Bored. That’s all she had on her mind besides the fact that she had finals to study for. She hated it. Hated studying for something she studied a few days ago in a different country, but English was pretty easy for her since she just came from the country and reading the pages and speaking wasn’t that hard for her. Herr thoughts were pushed out of the way once her seatmate nudged her to focus, her attention on the substitute for English. He looked familiar as he spoke and that’s when it hit her. Samuel Jung was her substitute for her English class. She knew what he said after he paused momentarily was towards her. Making sure no one was looking, she gave a small salute and grinned at him, mouthing the words, “Hi.” in English. Maybe English class wasn’t going to be so boring at all. 

The demigod curved a wider smile on his face; planting it there for them to believe that he is an approachable, cool teacher that will send no terror to them. In the end of the week, they will realize otherwise. A tiny chuckle ever so faintly run from his lips as he found her waving at him and greeting him secretly. It's nice to see a familiar place in the crowd of students whilst sent him into a calmer state. Although for a second, he wondered why she's there. A person who pretty much grew up in an English speaking county, stuck ㅡ sitting in an English class. It must be a bummer to her. "Anway, I have few rules to spill out before we start out new lesson" He began, turning to face the board to jolt in the rules he have in mind. "Because it's English class, I expect everyone to speak English. Anyone who spur Korean shall drop down a dollar, understood? The key in mastering an language is to use it frequently." He returned into facing the crowed now obviously worried from his rule. "What's with the long face? You all will do just fine, right Miss Kim?"

Thankfully, he dismissed it. Usually, she was on edge when deadlines were coming up, especially since the next day, she had to finalize her designs for the winter collection. That was never easy.  ❝ Yes, I was waiting for the taxi. I was on my way to a tea shop downtown, actually. What about yourself? ❞ The woman asked, tucking a loose strand of her brunette locks behind her ear. 

The spot is not the most famous place for waiting taxi cabs and such. This isn't his usual spot to hunt down public vehicles as well, whilst the demigod is a little surprise that he found her there. "I am on my way to feed myself" He answered honestly, beaming a smile. "Taxi here are very rare. Do you want to share a cab in case one pass by?" He checked his watch real quick. "If there's none arrived in 20 minutes, I might just walk to the bus stop"

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A friend isn’t your friend until they defend you in your absence.