It  was  the  silence  that  aggravated  Shamsa.  The  quiet  calmness  that  lay  thick  on  the  atmosphere  was  near  irksome  for  her  mind  that  desired  stimulation.  Hands  on  her  lap,  thumbs  engaged  in  a  war,  brethren  against  brethren.  Legs  outstretched  just  so  her  feet  could  dangle  mid  air.  All  Shamsa  deemed  necessary  at the  moment  was  someone  to  converse  with.  A  debate,  a  story,  anything  at  all,  really.  Even  the  appallingly  mundane  talk  on  the  weather  seemed  enticing  in  such  dire  times.  Dark  irises  flitted  about,  inspecting  the  individual  sitting  next  to  her  through  her  peripheral  vision  with  utmost  hope.  A  deep  inhale  to  solidify  courage  lingering  inside  her  chest  before  she  scooted  closer  to  the  absolute  stranger.  Bottom  lip  seized  in  a  final  struggle  within  herself  as  she  contemplated  her  decision.

actually scratch that - it was just high on her list.

or rather, she just didn’t really care about much of anything anymore. it was hard to when the world they operated in could change in a second. a snap of fingers, the pop of a trigger and it would all be over. no point getting attached.

even so, she would so much rather be getting her hands well dirty than slinking around bars picking up information. but they couldn’t afford to go to any direct sources for this one. word would travel too fast and then the whole operation could be tanked. and the last thing she needed was a black mark like that on her record. not for such an important matter.

it’s then that her eyes light on a stranger. a glance at him already tells her that he’ll be useless in her investigation, but she’s never bothered separating business and pleasure. why can’t she have a little fun so long as the job gets done?

she saunters across the room, draping herself on the bar next to his elbow. with practiced grace she leans over him to signal the bartender, then casts doe eyes at him over her shoulder.

“ oh! sorry, my feet are killing me, i didn’t even see you there! ” eyes flash briefly down his person and then fix on the glass next to him, pointing to it and giving him her best innocent smile. “ that any good? i honestly can’t decide what to drink. first time here. ”

Hansol’s more annoyed at the other than usual, was it because of the weather ? It was freezing outside, not to mention, his poor flowers always suffer under winter conditions. Regardless, he was just so irritated. He’s been dating the other for a while now, not out of love but out of convenience; a fake relationship but now it’s time to end it.