( rapunzel. )
❛ i - i’m sorry ! oh dear lo —- it’s my fault —- don’t —- ! ❜
FLUSTERED as the stranger gathered her belongings, clammy hands straightened the FLORAL patterns of the sundress the young woman deemed ADORABLE. instantly petrified by the other’s towering physique, crimson only splashed on rapunzel’s cheeks. the plastic bag containing varieties of FRUIT had slipped from the tiny, delicate hands of the girl, in the process of the collision. emerald eyes OBSERVED how he generously HELPED her look less of a walking disaster ——- well, he succeeded in having her PETRIFIED.
nervous laughter ENGULFED her throat, & an apologetic smile curled on her lips. he appeared to mirror the same TROUBLED expression as her. a slight FLASH of reality sprinkled in her subconscious, & DESPITE being in a dress, rapunzel swooped down to COLLECT the items. the banging of anxiety on her chest wasn’t much of a help. however, she did regain her composure.
❛ my name’s rapunzel, i apologize. was i really that small that you didn’t even notice me ? ❜
❛ it’s fine. it’s my fault. ❜
STOIC expression settles in, unfazed by the embarrassing situation. however, whatever is outside of the conversation becomes NUMB & CLOUDED, attention centered on the stranger. he looks down at her, six foot seven frame easily SHADOWING her petite, dress-clad one. INKY shirt sleeve -- covered arms cross & uncross, thumbs hooking into the belt loops of his grey skinny jeans; he feels regretful for bumping into the NERVOUS looking girl.
his face remains EMOTIONLESS, like his promoter, tak, yet his voice edges with uncertainty for fear of awkwardness. falling SILENT, it takes him a few moments to reply.
❛ . . . i am takeshi. it was my fault. ah...no i was distracted. ❜
he pauses momentarily, biting his bottom lip.
❛ please, let me apologize properly. allow me to take you to dinner. ❜









