#bexsoyi

"bye!" yuji waves sweetly to the volunteer, tucking her wallet away as she returns her attention to the string of other stalls and setups down the line. there's someone on main stage performing, and out of curiousity, she glances over. adjusting her purse absentmindedly, she stands on her tip toes to see if she can make out who it is. she can't, but the song sounds vaguely familiar enough for her to hum. after a while, she merely shrugs and returns her attention to the stalls, looking over them. yuji's hand falls to her stomach, rubbing it for a moment as she debates whether she should stop by a food stall and grab a snack. in the midst of her thinking, a vendor table catches her eye-- her gait pausing as she catches sight of cute reusable tote bags. it's pretty simply in design, barren of a design outside of a cute cat and save our planet scribbled on there. it's cute, aimed clearly for the younger crowd but yuji can't help but gravitate towards it. she peeks around a browsing customer, before clearing her throat as she steps up next to the other person, a girl that couldn't be much younger than her if not the same age. the smile is already sliding on her face in a friendly manner. "hi, i'm sorry." she greets softly, tilting her head as she gestures to the table. "are you okay if i slip in here and look at this bag? there's so many cute things at this table, wow..."

lifting her gaze to the door briefly when it jingles as it opens, she waits for the person to enter fully before she scans them-- a smile crossing her face when she sees soyi begin to head her way. straightening up, she locks her phone but keeps it clutched in her hand, crossing her arms loosely on the table. “soyi,” the corners of yuji’s eyes crinkle happily with her smile. “it’s good to see you. come sit!” she gestures for the seat across from her, pushing her water closer to her and then sliding the cafe menu closer to her. “i got you a water first, i didn’t even wanna attempt to try figuring out your drink choice.” 

“do you like these kind of games?” she shoots the question curiously at soyi, lifting her gaze to peek at the other. they’re shuffling into the room, getting ready to be introduced to the story plan and the game; she likes these sort of games, likes hearing the story and trying to put the pieces together. it’s fun to play detective. “i think it’s fun to see what kind of story they can create out of it.” it’s usually a lot of similar ideas, but the different interpretations are always interesting to yuji. everyone’s different, everyone has a different vision for things.

“oh! hi. you’re-- um.” the skin between his brows pinches in thought. “s..soyi? i think we’ve gone to the same dance class together.”