“I think you would have moved a lot more. From what I know, a baby is much more ticklish than a grown woman.” Concentrating on getting the flower to stay in its place, without ruining too much of Astrina’s hairstyle, she couldn’t help the giggle that fell from her lips, though it vanished as soon as the uncertain question of the older reached the brunette’s ears, causing for her to halt her movements to look her in the face, fully aware of the fact she wasn’t capable of noticing it.

He did so, with his usual smile on his face as he greeted the male and female passengers whom seemed to be quite bewildered that there was this handsome looking steward in the cabin. Once the demonstration ended, he quickly bowed and proceeded to his seat before the plane took off. His seat was in the front part, between the business class and first class, in which why he swiftly walked at the aisle.

However, he accidentally bumped into a child that was about to fall down from his busy mother’s grasp that he fortunately managed to look at. He was thanked at, somehow got some attention from the other passengers in which he had smiled at as he got some appraisal that he had to thank at with a bow. He was swiftly walked to his seat for real after facing everyone around him, but not noticing that he almost bumped to the girl he was having an argument earlier.

He looks around, making sure some of his staff are behind the counter and ready to serve the customers before he shrugs his shoulders. His employees know that he’s always up for something random and spontaneous like this to liven up his own day and share the joys of his work with strangers. By now, Kyungsoo has done this quite a few times before, always guided to do so by his impulse and excitement. “Nah, it’s fine. Besides, the place isn’t all that huge, so showing you around wouldn’t take long.”

"I think it’s my own fault. I shouldn’t have simply assumed that a boss wouldn’t like to work in his own café, too. But I’m glad to see you seemingly countering that stereotype.“ Here, she offered a genuine smile because she felt it was necessary to break the ice and leave the awkwardness behind them, before she’d end up making things worse with her unwanted nervousness.

“I’m not having a bad day.” His voice sounded so dry, that he instinctively took a hand to his neck and pulled the scarf up, almost covering his lips as well.·“It was… something momentarily. I’m not even upset anymore, it was just a quick reaction of mine. It’s nothing you should get worked over. It takes a lot more to ruin my day, but everyone always assumes that I am in a bad mood. Perhaps my default expression isn’t the gentlest either.” As he continued to speak, he felt his throat throbbing, so he ceased with his words, returning to the previous silence which had already been bothering him for a certain reason.

The air was crisp and the streets weren’t the fullest yet, but time was ticking and passing with no return and his appointment was somewhere at the back of his mind, only to die in his memory as another missed meeting at work. His legs were stiff and listening to no command of his, keeping him trapped in that one place nearby the foggy figure, that girl whose name he did not feel like learning yet.·“You’re probably busy. You probably have stuff to do, so feel free to go on your way. I — I’ll just wait for another bus and head home.”

For all Hanna cared, she certainly didn’t. Pulling up her scarf so that it would cover her lower chin, she could find herself settling into her coat more comfortably. It was still surprisingly cold, despite it already being the middle of February. One would think that the more they moved towards spring, the less cold it would be but alas, it seems as though winter wouldn’t give his place away as easily as one would like to assume. A slow nod of her head revealed she had acknowledged his words, though she didn’t quite believe him. He didn’t appear to be heading home, but Hanna wasn’t here to play detective.

"Do you know which bus you’ll have to take?” Something told her he had gotten on that bus in a whim, and while that feeling didn’t necessarily have to be true Hanna would simply like to make sure she could leave him behind without coming to regret it. “Do you even know where we are right now?” She wasn’t really busy at the moment and could spare some more time to tell him, should there be some need for him to gain such information if he truly wanted to get home, but Hanna was fine with just leaving, too. Some people, they needed distance at times. She could comprehend that.

With furrowed brows upon hearing her statement, Bobby shuffled atop the bed, surprised with the way she came across to him. “Lashing out on you? How– all I’m sayin’ is if you wanna go out to this dinner shit with him, then go. I ain’t stopping you. I only gave you my opinion on things. I’m a guy, I know how guys think.” With the said words, the iKON rapper paused for a brief moment, inhaling a deep breath before continuing his little rant after remaining quiet for a long time. “They either act all nice and caring or they hassle the hell out of you until you give in. Do you wanna know what happens next?” he questioned, brows raised as he stared down at her. And without allowing her a chance to respond, he cut the almost non existent pause with his words. “They take you out on a date or drink or whatever, butter you up all nicely and shit, make you take drinks. And.. next thing you know.. well, you know what the hell happens.” 

Which was why she was beginning to understand where he was coming from. Hanna didn’t attribute any nasty type of behavior to Jiwon, considering he had done nothing but look out for her in the past which had proven to be difficult on multiple occasions, considering his status and all, though she genuinely did appreciate the thoughtfulness and the same trait resurfaced in this very moment, where he told her something that was meant for her best but only served to confuse the poor girl even more and made her question the intentions of people she shouldn’t be thinking about in the first place. ❝Look, that is exactly why I understand when every little girl says boys are stupid. Who the hell even thinks that far anyway, especially when it’s the first date? How disturbing.❞ The frown that settled on her delicate features after she spoke up only proved how disgusted she was at the sole thought of it.

Whatever the reason was for him to flick her forehead, it had her narrowing her eyes as she returned the gesture before lightening considerably up, a giggle now even managing to slip past her lips as she raised her hands in defense. ❝Whatever you are texting to whomever, I didn’t see anything and I don’t really mind either.❞ And it was the truth, particularly when her intentions hadn’t even been to get a look of his phone, though she couldn’t quite help the yelp that escaped her once her head made contact with the material of the pillow, causing for her to glare at the male briefly before bursting into a fit of giggles.

Forward a few days later, and I am stuck in traffic. This is real life, mind you, and I am stuck in front of a bright blue van. The painting on the car seemed like it contained glitter, so it was hard to miss. I cross no bridge on my way to my destination, but because the bridge had been closed and was the reason traffic was being redirected to an alternative, slower path. 

I cannot help but feel anxious. This is the first time I’ve ever dreamed something that comes to life. Perhaps I’m afraid of finding out what crossing that bridge means. Any ideas of what this might mean? I feel like I’m overlooking so much symbolism. 

He ends the letter with a small, indecipherable signature. It is the same one has been using in all his letters for her. He folds the paper and places it in an cream colored enveloped, before adding the stamp along with her name and address. 

Looking forward to her letters might be a bit foolish in his part. But she has so much to say, and he reads every singe word she writes, his interest piqued with every tale and story. He thinks of her as a character, a heroine from a story. She has a pen pal, and remains unaware that the person she is writing it to, is the same person who acts a villain in her story. The same ignorance is held by the villain.  

In three weeks, the program will end, and he’ll be forgotten by his pen pal, Hanna surely having more things to do with her limited free time. Plus, sending letters to college girls hardly seems like it would give him a good public image. 

She lacked the proper words to describe this, but there was a feeling deep down in her chest that told her there was more to this supposedly simple dream than she herself was probably aware of. Maybe more than he himself knew too.

Perhaps the key to this mystery lies within your dream? I dare say your subconscious might want to remind you of something, perhaps a place, person, thing, god knows what, something you might have been looking for or perhaps even missing?

Now, I don’t know for sure and all I’m doing is interpreting but isn’t it interesting? To see how a dream could have an impact for your daily life, even if nothing significant happened in it? (Apart from you missing your drama series, though I am sure there has been a rerun at one point in time?)

That bridge you mentioned, it might be of significance? It could be a metaphor for a chapter in your life that you need to close and a new one you need to start, a desperate attempt of your subconscious to tell you that you aren’t moving forward in your life, hence you being stuck in traffic. And blue, isn’t blue a color most associate with something good? It might depend on the shade, whether it was a light or dark blue but considering it has some kind of calmness to it, I assume this particular colour might suggest you’re calm because you know you’ll get there, wherever this is, in your own time, at your own pace, no matter how terrible the traffic is.

Funnily speaking, it reminds me of a writer’s block I’ve been suffering from for the past few weeks. You’re stuck in one spot and cannot move forward, yet you desperately crave to develop your story and characters without having the necessary means to do so.

          “Yes, of course.            Did you want to go to the            car and call them there? Or..”

And for the first time since the assault had taken place, she finally dared to look at her rescuer, really look at him in a manner any victim would when faced with the outcome of a situation they had been forced into against their desire. A feeling of fondness surged through her body at the thought that there were still people like him in this world, kind people who wouldn’t allow for a crime to take place in front of their very eyes. Hanna knew that this world wasn’t gentle and that some crimes were swept under the rug, ignored in favor of “other, more important business” and she was thankful that he had gone out of his way to help her, even if she couldn’t find the strength to thank him just yet.