❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜
an assortment of dialogue prompts, @1rstdegrees.
The terrace above the dessert bar is a quiet spot, shaded, green, just out of the direct public eye while avoiding straying into suspicion. The request for their convening was an unexpected surprise, curious, after so many years to receive word. The drop of bad blood between them could, perhaps, be cleaned up if this business venture served both their interests. Xinyi had always been a tough nut to crack, however, so Taejoon was essentially blind here.
“ You're as serious as ever, ” he snaps the dessert menu shut, a slight disapproving moue on his lips as he sets it down on the table and gestures to the empty seat across from him. His men remain stationed just out of ear-shot if things remained civil, a safety precaution. “ You think I'm trying to butter you up? I'm the ignorant party here. ”
Taejoon's leg raises, ankle resting atop his thigh. His fingers interlock, resting over his stomach as he leans back in his chair. As his eyes slide over Xinyi, he wonders what level of desperation he had to reach to seek him out. If he had the time, he could spend all day theorising; wearing a pleasant enough smile to distract from his compiled, never-ending-stress-list of shit to filter through in the background.
“ So, you didn't come here because you missed me. I can only assume you have a proposition for me, then? ”
