✚ robxin, xjongh, joohyunxsea, journalistkibum, bvekhyn
Her customer was late. Suyeon swung her legs, fingers curled at the edges of the wooden bench she was perched on, the ornate bouquet abandoned in her lap. Tilting her head down to glance at the thin watch on her wrist, she pursed her lips in slight annoyance, about to pick up her phone to call the client to see if they were at least on their way before someone took a seat beside her on the bench. She traveled her gaze up slowly to glance at her now-seat companion before darting her gaze to the label on the flowers, thin eyebrows drawing together slightly- all there was listed was a number- before looking back up, making a quick assumption that this was her client, her voice a quiet murmur.