#prwonjae

@prwonjae

the rumblings of a rumor soon spoke into existence the man of mystery that she’d been searching for, for the past twenty or so minutes. hyunsoo really needed to come up with a better method of introduction for any new members, especially ones that had a certain skill set that correlated directly to her second greatest passion behind art, but first greatest vanity related hobby.

when she does stumble upon a face she doesn’t know, her smile is a genuine one, if a little predatory. “the man of the hour.” her smile is pointed, her eyes are excited, and really, this is a side of her that not many get to see so early on. “i heard you specialize in jewels in the way that i specialize in art,” it’s probably the most in depth introduction he’s going to get from her, but she’s eager to see what he knows.

though she may not truly care at the moment, she asks out of obligation. “i hope you’ve settled in well enough, i’m sure you’ll meet everyone by the end of the week.” social niceties have never been something zhiruo particularly liked, but they’re a necessary evil in business. also, when you’re trying to get a feel for someone before revealing any ulterior motives. “they’re an eclectic bunch and some are more...accessible than others, but i’m zhiruo.” she doesn’t extend a hand, simply nods once before rapping her knuckles on the table off to her right side.

@prwonjae

coffee’s served piping hot, with a dollop of cream and cocoa powder on top. apparently it’s their specialty drink, but sebin hasn’t seen anyone else ordering it since she’d first step foot inside. and that was six years ago. she chalks it up to the part-timer who works on sundays-- donghyun, or donghun or something. last time he’d practically strong-armed her into trying the ‘march special’-- coffee, a dollop of cream and matcha powder. the ‘february special’? coffee, a dollop of cream, and cinnamon.

he’s persistent. she’ll give him that.

“nother blind date, huh?” 

“hey, dong...” a quick peek at his nametag won’t hurt. “...hun. can’t be helped. a girl’s lonely.” one hand curls around the handle of the mug, bringing it to her mouth. she takes a cautious sip and nearly spits it out. he hardly notices, too busy smiling down at her with those big puppy eyes of his. if she didn’t know any better she’d think he was smitten. “but hey, thanks for the drink!”

“no problem! i hope it goes well for you this time.” he salutes her and trots away, permed curls bouncing with every step. sebin sets the cup down and fiddles with her helmet instead, lowering it onto the empty seat beside her after some consideration. with her luck, wonjae’ll get here by the time her coffee’s cooled down. soon enough, she spots a familiar figure dismounting from a bike on the street and wriggles her hand in greeting. waits until he’s lowered himself into his seat to shove the drink under his nose.