when rocky sauntered through the guarded doors of the 50th floor lounge, she breathed a sighed of relief when she caught sight only of her fellow tenants. she obviously knew it was solely open to the noeul gardens’ residents, but n’er-do-wells could be slippery and relentless, especially when it came to the sought after spire; housed only with busan’s most reputable. everyone wanted that quick selfie or paparazzi payday. and even if everybody in attendance was dressed in their most stylish pjs, it probably wasn’t the best time to be bombarded with fans. feeling a piece of popcorn cracking beneath the pressure of her fingertips, she realized she’d been mindlessly gawking for several minutes. observing that someone else had noticed her strange stance, she blushed lightly. “please tell me i haven’t just been standing here for the past 20 minutes stuffing popcorn in my mouth,” she inquired, a small bit of desperation to hear otherwise tinting her tone.
