#oinge

She has successfully removed the peel of an orange without breaking it. Peel is dangled a moment before it's lowered into a container she soon returns into the depths of her purse. She would not let it go to waste. It would make for good tea later. Delicious tea! Focus shifts to the perfectly peeled orange in her hand. Much as she thinks of biting straight into it, she compels herself to pull it apart as intended; as normalized. She looks over to Yi Sang, no issue locking eyes and staring into the dark depths of his, and offers him one half of the orange.