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it was kind hard to believe how she hadn’t bump onto him around the city before—but she guessed that could be blamed on the fact she got too busy to think on anything but college and work for the past years. her group of friends, that used to be huge during high school—as she was such a popular kid—reduced to just a few close friends that she had made after getting into college and some acquaintances. seeing a familiar face from her past (the best part of it), made her feel some warmth inside of her. “well—i can see that,” she joked, taking a look at him as noticed the tattoos he mentioned. he looked a lot like a grown up, like a cool one, to be honest.

He shrugged as if to say he didn’t need to expect anything more or anything less. It was nice to see someone grow rather than change completely, where Jeremiah had barely gone through with either option. Either way, he kept himself comfortable by leaning into the table slightly. He remembered eating his lunches with her and the crew, quiet exchanged amongst a long cafeteria with riveting conversations going back and forth in every which way.

[ ` she stares back at him, steady and without remorse — after all, there was simply no fun in a guilty conscious. the curtains haven’t been called just yet. ] famished. but i can wait. [ ` the last minute rush was no big deal, when the amiable atmosphere set in between called for no hurrying ] chinese? italian? what’s on your mind? [ ` she can admit this much, the empty plates and bowls were more than enough signs that she probably should have come a little earlier. ] [ ` she takes the rim to her lips, but before taking a sip, the scent of the liquid catches her off guard ] miah… [ ` her brow is furrowed, and instead raises the glass to further inspect what is inside. ] [ her eyes flick over to his once again. ] …is this apple juice? 

i made up my mind, pizza is on its way. [ ` he takes his wine glass and waits, smiling boyishly at her hesitation. ]

[ ` he stares at her, still not sitting down just simply because he bas no idea what she was even remotely playing at. ] hungry? [ ` he takes a seat, leaning in the table towards her. charming himself one of those cheeky smiles that have been called timeless, never out of place. ] you're going to have to wait ten minutes, there might be traffic. [ ` he knows himself he was hardly impressive until seen doing what he does best, and frankly - that amounts to absolutely no one ] special wine though, i like it sweet. [ ` he winks and keeps his smile, anticipating to see if her facade hinders at all. playing hard to get was all good fun to jeremiah, but she just wanted to put up a curtain for far too long --  according to his watch ]

{ ` with her parents absent and unaccounted for yet again, savannah was left with providing dinner for and by herself—which proved to be pretty difficult when you arrived home at nine o’clock on a daily basis. } —— { ` with little to no time in the day after practice, it was safe to stay that she was a pretty shitty cooker—canned foods and frozen meals were here go-to items when her manager didn’t stop by and pester her to eat better. } —— { ` with barely enough to sustain herself in her fridge at home, she ventured to the local supermarket to restock and indulge herself with whatever she wanted (and wouldn’t hinder her health and swimming, of course. } —— { ` as she walked into the next aisle with a shopping basket hanging off her arm, she was surprised to see someone else standing there in the relatively empty building. } —— { ` acknowledging him with just a brief glance, her eyes returned to scanning the shelves—but her mind couldn’t help but nag at her that the other person in the aisle looked oddly familiar. }

[ ` hands tied together, at one point bare contact was their single ability to understand each other because the pattering rain from that night. the one sound that seemed to break what silence they didn’t have, he remembered that they only met a few hours before “they let the night take them away”, as the song put it. he didn’t even remember how it went, but she liked it. and that was all that he knew of savannah, not a last name nor a favorite colour or a liking towards domestic cats or dogs. all he knew, was that she was savannah. ] — [ ` he reached for a particular soup, beans and potatoes with a tomato zest — whatever that may be — and pasta. americans sure had their ways with soups, to even call it ‘caribbean blend’ was not particularly hitting his liking. but hence, he’ll use it for he hell of using it ] how are you, savannah? [ ` he let his accent ring through his soft tone, the thick scent of west yorkshire riding his tongue as he stared at the soup’s strange contents. he started to really miss his mother’s shepherd’s pie, dearly so as he looked over to make eye contact. ] it’s beena’ while, hadn’t it?

skater trouble;

[ msg → mika ] sorry?

(MinYee was instantly relieved for him slowing down his speech, seeing as her brain always had to pick apart English in her head first and translate before she fully understood. She was getting better, but not thick accent better. Is this what people deal with when it’s her talking?) Paint job! (Nods and smiles widely, gazing up at him before turning around to face her car, crossing her arms and pursing her lips in thought.) Colour? (A pause, as she tilted her head. English, don’t fail me now, she thought to herself.) Retro teal! Like the 50s diners, that kind of teal. (Nods enthusiastically, glancing up at him with a wide smile, although a questioning one, hoping that they were getting through to each other.) 

[ ` he smiled in return, figuring that having to live in a place where language was a legitimate barrier to overcome every day — it couldn’t be easy. so he kept himself to be patient, leaning in slightly to listen to her pronunciation. he was surprised at her vernacular, the color wasn’t a bad choice and he already could tell that he could customize it to her liking. ] Good idea, I like that. [ ` he nods and he walks over to her car, touching the doors. ] Do you think a white through here would look good? I think it would be actually, kind of pretty. [ ` the color scheme in his mind definitely resembled that of a retro diner, pale leather seats to line the inside while the doors give the old and beautiful classic car a nice sleek appearance compared to the bubbled little version they’re selling nowadays. ] This is a very nice car, it’s very rare. [ ` he rose his eyebrows and began looking at the car, it seemed to be in pretty good shape, it was touched up on so a paint job would really be all that the car needed. he looked up from the other side of the car, leaning on it and smiling. ] Does the white sound like a good idea? 

(She hadn’t minded the wait it took for him to answer her, as she took a moment to glance around the large garage. The cars were beautiful, and she didn’t know much, but she knew at the very least that for retro - they were well taken care of. Her husband had bought them a retro car a while ago, one MinYee decided to claim as her own, but the colours were too drab for her liking and wanted something.. Well, cuter. When the man responded, she was quick to spin around to face where she heard his voice coming from, a smile on her face. Albeit, a confused one.) - Huh? (A pause, as she smiled at him cutely.) Uhm, a paint job? (She asked, her own Korean accent thickly invading her English, and her English wasn’t even great so his accent was making her understanding even worse.)

[ ` oh no — he hesitated on the spot, the mask fell limp to hang around his neck. only then he realized that a foreign language with a thick accent that was far different from an accent in that country wasn’t going to go well with even yet, a different accent from another country. his own explanation didn’t make sense, run on sentences filled his vocabulary as he tried to handle this. ] ; [ ` he spoke slowly and he tried to annunciate his words, he wasn’t that good at an american accent, so he didn’t bother. but he did try to take away the strange habits of his tongue. ] a paint job? [ ` he smiled and nodded, trying to be friendly and enthusiastic so she could perhaps read his tone. he then pointed to the beetle. ] is that your car? the beetle? [ ` he began to walk towards it and it’s owner, color schemes already fitting through his mind. ] what colors do you like?

“I can’t even fathom how someone could do much things to their so-called ‘lover’…Especially in the bedroom… How did this even gain the amount of popularity it did to inspire a movie or end up on a Best-Sellers list? Remind me to never trust those things again.”

“I mean — it’s a thing? I dunno’ that much about that whole, scene but it’s definitely a thing that people are into.” He chuckles at the other’s reaction. “Besides, most of the people who enjoyed it are either into that scene or just, sad and lonely people. I heard it was a fanfiction at first? Says a lot, doesn’t it?”

out of all things, holly was pretty addicted to coffee. it was what would move her, make her better to deal with her problems or a simple day at work—though that wasn’t the case that morning. having a morning off in the hospital—as she needed to finish some paperwork for her class—the young woman had herself sitting in one of that coffee shop tables, her right leg crossed over the left and the hair in a messy bun. the table had some papers all over it as she finished writing what she hoped was the last one she would have to do till starting to study specific subjects according to the medical department she would choose.

He smiled at the strange but familiarly fond nickname, for about two years he remembered hearing that only from this voice. The voice that molded to a signature smile, the one thing that convinced him that there was truly some good in the world.