#hdxsubin

"Hey, dude. I can't talk right now. I can't find this damn thing." In slight distress, Stephanie lifted and dropped every pillow and blanket in her apartment, despite the Skype call happening. "Wow. I can't believe you're blowin' me off just like that." She could hear the sound of crunching, and when she looked up, she paused for a moment to watch as Hyunsu stuffed Pringles into his mouth. "Wow. You are the actual worst. I've been dying for some Pringles." "They don't have Pringles in Korea?!" She scrunched her face up in disgust, noticing crumbs fall from his lips. "Yes, they have Pringles in Korea. I just don't have the time to go out and actually buy some." "Oh." He laughed and shoved some more into his mouth, laughing, while she resumed her hunt. "What're you looking for anyway?" "My textbook. I got an exam in a couple weeks and I will actually be hella screwed if I don't find it soon." With a disappointed sigh, she dropped herself onto her bed, scratching her head. "I thought you didn't care about college." "I don't, but I gotta look good for the fans, right?" "Pffft. "Fans". Who in the world is a fan of Miss Stephanie Lee?" "Um... you?" "Oh yeah. Damn it." 

A worry-filled hour later, Stephanie still could not find her textbook, and was beginning to lose hope. Of course, it had occurred to her that it probably wasn't in her apartment or bag anymore -- she had turned her laptop's webcam all around for Hyunsu to check himself -- and the thought of retracing her steps was definitely her only option at that point, but she had stopped at so many places, things were looking bleak. She was sure she had the book yesterday -- where had she gone yesterday? "Let's see," she mumbled, pacing the length of her kitchen. "I was here, then I left for class, and we used the textbook in class, so I still had it there. Then... I went to the library? Did I leave it there? Nah, because it was still in my bag when I went to have lunch with the other guys. Then I had class, finished and then..." Frustrated, she scratched her head. "Where'd I go after that? Coffee... right! Coffee! At that other place. Ugh, what was it called again?" 

Quickly, Stephanie rummaged in her bag to pull out her wallet; she remembered saving the receipt from yesterday afternoon. "P... Pristine? That cafe? Sounds 'bout right." With her laptop still on and running, her fingers typed away. "It's open at this time, right? Wait. What am I saying? Cafes are always open in the morning."