“your eyes are so sharp. are you perhaps a hawk?” the familiarity of the voice mixing through the busy buzz of the night had chungha respond rather confidently. it has been a long day of being surrounded by nothing but work and overly enthusiastic fans. though the small female had been tired out completely, she doesn’t want to end her day yet. with her hood up on her head, she put on her round glasses, wandering through the crowded streets and tried not to get recognized by anybody. “what brings you here? another cheat day? you should eat more and treat me.”
The female’s reaction catches Henry off-guard, but it only takes a split second for him to bring an amused grin to his lips again. “Not exactly,” he says and points up to his face, “I just decided to wear my glasses today.” Which is an invalid statement, actually. Because the glasses Henry wears have no other purpose than being a fashionable accessory — and maybe some kind of disguise, too. Though usually he doesn’t even try to hide his face when he goes out in his private life. “Ah, busted. I’ve had some cravings, yeah,” he admits, followed by a soft chuckle. “But yeah, I can do that. What do you wanna eat?” Henry doesn’t even consider whether she’s joking or not — he probably would have treated her regardless, because that’s what he usually does.
