Whoopsies? New Character? Is it a plot? I think yes.
Plot Status Open M/F/NB
Plot Type Preferably Blossoming Romance, something sweet and cliche
Plotline My muse is the seemingly quiet library/cafe girl that your muse sees on coffee runs, trips to the library, on the street. She seems like an honest good person, bookworm/library typwriter aesthetic type girl. Between you and her, she doesn't know you show any interest in her, and she goes along with her day absentminded of this. You two also happen to have the same coffee order, and almost the same taste in literature. This blossoms something between the two of you finally after months, what will come of this cafe romance? (This is really messy) Takes place in the middle of the fall season.
Muse Name/Age Choi Harumi, 22
Extra Please forgive me if this is a little skewed, I am out of practice with the plot building stuff and all of that.
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The warm light of the arriving dawn sun pooled through the cafe’s comforting atmosphere, spilling an orange luminescent through the large scaled window that sat at the front, displaying the cafe’s logo and name in bold letters and colors. Morning traffic seemed to crowd the cafe more than usual, the change in season starting to cause people to lag behind and take their times instead of paying attention to the time. The bell that sat at the cafe’s doors, could be heard several to many times as customers seemed to flood in and out at an ungodly speed. The cold fall breeze taking up the normally warmer space due to how much the entrance door was being opened. The leaves outside of the window, spinning around each other in a beautiful dance as the wind blew them up off of the cemented sidewalk. A slow and tired morning, but beautiful even at this season. Perfect time for warm sweaters and longer pants, gloves, and an added hat or ear muffs. But a particular young woman didn’t seem bothered by the previous weather inclement. Clad in a brown skirt that hung down to about her knees and a white button up that tucked in right at the brim, brown flats, and glasses that sat delicately upon her nose, framing her eyes just so. Brown hair cascading down her shoulders, hands clasped together in front of her as she rocked back and forth on her feet. She looked like a delicate flower. Fragile to the touch and easily breakable. Some knew her, some didn’t; but she was frequent at the cafe. For more than one reason in particular, but the coffee there was to her taste and she enjoyed it very much.
Choi Harumi, one of the towns major bookworms and honest sweethearts. Kind of like a Belle from Beauty and the Beast, except in modern times where women are accepted as smart intellectuals who are capable. She wasn’t neglected for being smart, or even pushed away for it. She was just someone who loved fictional titles. Fairy Tales, Advanced Literature, Romance, Adventure.. all of it. All genres. There wouldn’t be a day where you couldn’t see the girl with some sort of new book in her hand, sometimes she even rereads them, even though it’s impossible for her to have read out a whole library, she read enough to finish a book in a whole day at times. While even giving a detailed explanation about what the book was about. She enjoyed it. And most of the time did it sidled up in her spot in this very cafe, or her nook in the library, sometimes even her own place in front of the fire on cold evenings, because god only knew how many books she had collected there. To tell you would probably be a little mind blowing. She had lived most of her life being a literary prodigy, someone very experienced in grammar, reading, and language. Being multilingual, Harumi was able to read texts that most others would find hard. But, she liked to stick to English, Korean, and Japanese text. People knew her face because she looked just like her mother had, growing up to be almost her identical twin of sorts. Had. Yes. Had. Her mother was an influential Archaeologist, Anthropologist, Cosmologist, and Philosopher. Dying when Harumi was at the ripe age of 7 due to breast cancer. It was a tragic time, for everyone. But, everyone came back from it, but there were times where peoples gazes would linger ever so slightly, as if they had seen a ghost before their gazes relaxed. Sometimes those were the times where Harumi wanted to stop hiding in her mothers shadow. The shadow of expectation.
The young woman pushed those feelings away despite the lingering pang. Her attention washed away from her own thoughts, lifting her gaze when a oh so familiar coffee order was spoken in front of her. A hum that went unnoticed by her formed from her lips in slight curiosity, tilting her head as she leaned just so to the side, gaze motioning to the person who had ordered an identical to her own daily. It shouldn’t be odd, because she would of had to expect it. But, this person just caught her attention for some reason. Their voice stood out like a sore thumb in her ears, it wasn’t familiar, but it was soothing and oddly relaxing. Her gaze softened a little. She could put the face to a name either, so she leaned forward just slightly. This might have seemed unconventional in ways, but she tapped the counter, holding their hand back as they were about to pay. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but it was happening. Her intrigue got the best of her at times. And most of the time, it wasn’t to her own surprise even.
“This one is on me,” She offered, smiling gently as she slid her debit card into the card swipe in front of them. She gesture could be perceived as anything. A kind gesture, generosity, flirting. She wasn’t too sure herself, but the cashier seemed equally as shocked as the person in front of her. Tapping her information into the keypad, she hummed as she pulled her card out with a slim smile. Finally she was able to get a better view of the persons face. And honestly, she wasn’t disappointed, not like she wouldn’t do it for any other stranger, but this one had- looks. She blinked for a moment before pulling back, not yet putting her card back into her bag because she would pay for her own coffee too.
