#caprecieuse

Walking down the street, she had noticed a crowd adjacent to where she stood. The park was filled with people, curiosity got the best of her so she decided to head towards it. Moments later she had managed to reach the crowd, ebony hues scanning the area. What she saw really did surprise her, a man proposing to his girlfriend. A small smile formed on her face, at least the two were happy, she thought. "That's so cliche." She heard the woman next to her say, a chuckle soon emitted from her own lips. "True, but a lot of girls love it." She replied with a shrug.

Food. Buy her food or cook her food and she'll literally become attached to you instantly.

 "don't forget you said so! I'll be expecting you." he grins for a slight moment at the girl and then realizes that might have come rather creepy and absolutely wrong. he cleared his throat and bowed his head. "i hope you have  a wonderful day yourself."

     █ ▌    With an apologetic expression across her features, Holly pursed her lips tightly together and shook her head. As much as she would like to continue playing the board game that has kept hem preoccupied for quite some time now, she had to excuse herself. Even if that meant her losing the game she was sure to win. ❝ Mianhae, Seulgi-ah, ❞ she courteously bowed her head. ❝ I’m sure we can finish this game another time, neh? There’s something urgent I have to do back at the lab. ❞ It was a white lie, but it's not like she could disclose classified information.

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The day went on without a single customer she thought that maybe the music could keep her company. Turning on her radio a song had begin to play, it was quite inviting to her and she couldn’t help but feel the groove of the music. Jinri swayed her hips from side to side, she wore a bright smile on her face and couldn’t help but tap to the rhythm of the music. Then finally hitting the chorus the woman broke out into dance of her own, laughter had filled in the room, she twirled around from where she stood then suddenly came to a stop by a small giggle; someone was watching her. ”H-how long have you been standing there?”

Seulgi was a type of person that Clarté didn't usually find himself in the company of: loud, boisterous, the quintessential social butterfly. Not that it made him resent her at all, because it didn't, but clubs were such difficult scenes for someone of Clarté's exceptionally soft and kind disposition – and that was excluding his susceptibility to the slew of heightened, drunken emotions around him.He was sitting at the bar when she sidled up to him, lips pulled up into a bright smile. "Are you having fun?" He asked as he sipped his martini, head tilting to the side curiously. She most certainly looked as though she was, but who was he to just judge?

      Thankfully, the melodramatic sigh that escapes Connor’s lips is that of a short-lived one as he locates the suitcase’s tag. Complete with name, address, and phone number. He dials the number.