âwell, i canât run as fast as you, thatâs for sure,â sungyeol starts. he flicks his finger to push his fringe from his face (his hair was getting long, he needed a slight trim) with the wind, wriggling a finger in hyeriâs direction to send small puffs of wind at her. âi pretty much never get lost.â
he didnât know if it was just him, but hyeri seemed to have gotten quieter. after all those years of not seeing her, did something happen to make her lose her feisty nature? or was it because they were in an unknown city that she chose to present herself differently? either way, it was nice to finally see a familiar face and the corners of his lips tugged up into a small smile when he remembers the kiss.
he wonders if sheâd punch him if he kissed her again.
âthats all it is, isnât it? flavoured water?â sungyeol asks, weaving between people carefully, so not to trip over his own feet again. he kind of didnât want to make a fool out of himself in front of hyeri. âsport science? it suits you,â sungyeol says, looking at her with a smile. it made sense. sheâd always been great in any physical subject they had back home. it kind of made sungyeol jealous.
âiâm a film and theatre major. itâs weird because iâd always wanted to act, but because iâm a demigod, i came here instead and i can still act,â he rambles, somewhat awed at the fact that he could still pursue his dream here. âthough iâm not sure if demigods have any good movies, iâll have to look sometime.âÂ
as they approached the cafe, sungyeol hums, leading her to the first empty table he saw towards the back, grabbing a menu from the neighbouring empty table. phew. at least he made it in one piece. âi havenât been here longâ about a month?â he says, laying the menu flat on the table so they could see it. âand yeah, it is,â he admits, looking up at her again. âi never thought youâd be a demigod too, though it explains a lot.â
Hyeri thought Sungyeol suited long hair. High school boys usually werenât allowed longer hairstyles. She felt gusts of wind towards her direction and she gathered that he was an elemental demigod. She was mildly envious. That was so... cool. âYou never get lost?â The girl repeated in confusion, trying to piece the puzzle together. Wind and navigational powers? Maybe a son of a water god? Definitely not Poseidon.
She hummed. âDonât let Airmid hear you, she owns the tea atelier.â Hyeri wasnât afraid of any deityâs wrath, but it would be best if Sungyeol was safe from it. Right? Gods cannot be trusted. âOh?â It was the first time that someone said sports science suited her; she surely didnât look like she will survive - she was a little thin and a little too small. âThanks.â She knew that he was aware of her reputation in school. She hoped she didnât get into too many fights here. Though at least, she was sure that they wonât easily die.
âTheater? That seems like your alley,â she told him. He was goofy and clumsy and animated, and he was expressive. It must be fun to hang out with someone like him, especially when she was sober to experience it. She vaguely remembered him being in a play in their old school. She couldnât remember who he was on the play, but she remembered being mandated to watch because of their English class and he was one of the leads. âYeah. I remember,â she mumbled, more to herself than to him.
He rambled quite a lot. Hyeri tried to look straight ahead, unable to look him in the eye. He had pretty eyes, and nice lips. She sighed and felt her cheeks grow a bit hot. They finally reached the cafe and she entered first, sitting across him and looking at the menu blankly. Different kinds of coffee, much like the ones in Seoul, and she pointed at the matcha latte before looking up. It explained a lot - the anger she had always felt and the urge to fight, to hurt someone, the joy and satisfaction of having her knuckles pound against something, someone, it told her a lot about where she came from.
She was quiet again. âYeah.â She answered, because she felt like she needed to fill up the silence, and maybe they could actually be friends. Maybe. âIt... cleared up some things, I guess. What about you?â She asked, because he seemed like he was doing good in high school. She remembered that he was popular with the girls in their year. Hyeri wondered if he had a girlfriend, but she thought that this wasnât the time for that.