“I think there’s something on your face—”
Ah, she’s late again. Desperation and tiredness crept up against Jiyeon as she leaned against the glass window of a cafe near their designated waiting spot. If she had allowed herself to enter, she would have sat there comfortably with a cup of coffee and refused to leave — even if her friend were to reach within the next hour or so. But she had already satiated her hunger with a piece of chocolate (or.. perhaps it was two three pieces of chocolate she had popped into her mouth, well aware of her friend’s tendency to be extremely late).
So when a stranger approached her with those words, she couldn’t help but be alarmed. The last time she had food was… the chocolate she had eaten about an hour ago. Horror surfed through her entire body as she furiously thanked the person, while looking for her phone to reflect her image in the screen. “Ah, thank you,” she said, though her words came out in a flurry as she peered carefully into her phone and a large mark of chocolate marred her cheek.
Great, she thought. It was the cherry on top of a very large disappointment of a cake or — more aptly — the chocolate drizzle on top of a very large disappointment of a cake.
