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We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.

Upon seeing her thank him, he merely offered a nod. Keep his words to a minimum, continuing to mill about lazy as he was unsure whether or not to leave the person or not— realizing he was unable to place a distinction on whether male or female. But the thought didn’t last long, after all they’d both be on their separate ways. Or so he thought, she inquired about his name and he was left stuck to stay. Not that he minded, after all the stranger was intriguing to say the least but after a few seconds had passed he realized he had yet to offer his name. Not wanting to reveal his identity, he decided to opt for something short that wasn’t entirely a lie. After all if by chance they did continue to talk after this abrupt interaction he’d like to explain himself and clear up that he wasn’t lying. Shaking his head, trying to shake away his thoughts. Having a knack for over analyzing a situation when he didn’t need to.

               "Min" she repeated silently, letting the name roll of the tip of her tongue and into the free air to mingle between the two of them. Silence had always been a friend of her's yet she didn't enjoy it all too much as it could appear rather awkward. Silence in general had never been wrong though, no one that kept silence in the air could ever be wronged, it was one way to show respect. But silence in this case made her nervous, she didn't know if it was right or wrong. "My name?" it took her a while to process the words, his question and a good answer for him. Whether it had to be her real name or the nickname everyone used for her, she had to reply soon or the silence would once again be there to ruin the moment. And just like that she blurted out her words along with a nervous chuckle and the most embarrassing cough. 

It was unusual for Minho to be even outside of the comfort of his home (added to the fact he was one of Korea’s most renowned actors) but lately he found solace in the evening air and bustling streets. Hidden amongst many, garbed in a way that he’d look normal among the crowd but he was approached nonetheless. When prompted with the question he would have flat out turn away the pale faced stranger but— he patted his pocket and felt a familiar lighter. Not his, but someones. With a nod, he fished it out. Offering it to her with a charming smile that held little meaning, it was just standard for him.

               She doesn't hesitate to take it, it's not like she really knows how to hold a conversation alive but he was nice enough to offer her a lighter so there's something that makes her want to keep a talk for more than five seconds. Taking a deep breath, she feels the smoke and familiar feeling of nicotine spreading in her body flow through every vein she owns. It's like the feeling is her addiction, not the drug nor the smoke. "Thanks" she mouths in his direction and holds out the lighter to return it to the owner, something she's always been pretty strict on. The streets at night are dangerous, especially for young women but then again she has the appearance of a boy and almost no one dares to approach her due her rather indifferent faces and expressions, basically pointing out that trying to approach her will be regretted. 

           ’What has just happened’, he thought to himself as he nearly froze in his step. Since when had his old, and somewhat tattered shop, ever gained so many visitors in one single day? As he continued to move through the people present, brushing arms accidentally against some, he moved back to behind his counter. A sigh escaped his lips, he was in no position to dislike this happening yet— Gone was his quiet day. And more would come it seemed. The bell went off and another customer came in, moving his gaze to the door he met the customers eyes. “Welcome to West of the Moon.”

 Her jaw dropped at the other’s sudden comment. Is the out of her mind? Everyone knew how much of a clever clogs Sujin is. She shook head in disagreement, her eyebrows both slanting down. “Tch,” scoffing in ridicule, she once again shook her head and headed for her next block.

               Staring at the other, she had decided that she waited enough. Sujin could go on and nag about how she didn't want to skip classes but Flossy would eventually force her along anyways. Even if the whole thing was to please the other, she disliked the fact that Sujin always had to be the good girl. Good girls do it worse.