“you look like garbage,” eunji says, leaning over the table. it’s still early in the morning, yet the cafe is filling up with k-arts students. they’re studying, finishing up last-minute projects, having breakfast or coffee, or in the case of this guy, about to pass out. eunji wouldn’t even have taken notice of him, except that he’s sitting at her favorite table. the secluded one in the corner where she can feel moderately separated from the noise of humanity. looks like she’s not so lucky today, although it looks like he needs it more than she does.
she places her spoon and cup of soup down on the table. “you should probably skip your morning classes.” assuming he has any; if it were her, she wouldn’t have dragged herself out of bed in the first place unless she had some kind of critical obligation. but eunji doesn’t like to get that wasted. why is she even talking to this guy, anyway? he might be kind of attractive if he weren’t practically melting onto the table. it’s hard to tell. still, she pushes the soup across the table toward him. “here, you eat this. i’m losing my appetite just looking at you.” and she sits down.