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   “It’s fine I work here after all I have to clean it up.” Seyeon looked over her shoulder to the other and shook her head slightly. “No, It’s just a cup the owner can buy more if he needs them.” She said softly as she sat down on the stool looking through her sketch book quietly she starts drawing the other just to put the face down in her book as memory.

[ text ▻ ian. ] On the other hand though, you should be fine. I'm sure you're used to embarrassing yourself by now. They ever call back? 

Her brows furrow at his laughter, disapproval forming in her expression. "I'm serious. My.." She trails off. Overcome by a nervous tremble in her fingers that she tries to disguise by hooking them together and toying with the hem of her shirt. The more she thinks on her request, the more she expects refusal and she's tempted to wave away any evidence of her having said anything to begin with. That's what she wanted to do. It's what she would do, but it's what she won't do. At this point, she's desperate. And she won't let her cold feet stop her. "Uh, my parents are coming to visit me this Friday. Both of them." She says her last statement with emphasis, as if having both of them makes the situation any more dire. "And I may have put the idea in my mothers mind that I've got this really cool good looking boyfriend, but I don't.. And that's where you come in. Would you please?"

She shrugs her shoulders in a nonchalant manner, a playful smile still etched against her lips. "Only slightly. But you do a lot of slightly weird things when you're bored, I find. Now c'mon." She extends her arms, shooting him a knowing glance as she wiggles her fingers beckoning him to come forward. "It's time for that hug, sir."

It's like coloring in the lines. They draw out your path. Make things easy for you, and all you have to do is fill in the blanks. It should be simple enough, but simple is exactly what it isn't. Not when Suzy has a hard time of fitting herself between cramped spaces that don't make any sense to her. In this world, fate is drawn on your wrist in fine print and specific orders. Fate tells her to find him, but she rebels. Instead she finds another. Another poor soul who finds the "supposed-to be"s in this world suffocating. They're no match made in heaven, obviously, but they know this. And from this is their silent acceptance that they aren't meant to be, but they will be for as long as time allows. But it doesn't take long for time to come crashing down on them. It's over when he arrives. Her supposed to be.  He is the man that fate has drawn for her, of course, she doesn't know it yet. She doesn't know all the way until their eyes meet briefly, and she's paralyzed in a second of instant attraction. Unmoving in mind, though her legs keep walking. Walking and crashing right into his frame, which follows up with scattered papers and a string of mumbled apologies and downcast glances. "I'm sorry.." She breathes out quickly in a whisper almost inaudible while her hands fumble around trying to bring together all the pages of, what appears to be music sheets he was holding in his hands. His eyes are sharp, and veiled with a certain seriousness that makes him almost intimidating, as well as alluring. She’s drawn to it, along with the apathetic twist in his lips. As serious as he seems, she can almost form a smile in his face of disinterest.  She's brought back to reality once again, releasing herself from the trance that his appearance seems to catch her in and her cheeks heat at the realization of it all. "I'm so sorry, I swear I'm not usually this clumsy," she goes on, handing him the stack of papers she was able to regather in her hands. When she hands them back, she's catches sight of his wrist only briefly and her eyes widen in disbelief at what she sees.  Bae Suji It's definitely her name drawn perfectly against his wrist in fate's ink. She quickly takes a look at her own wrist reading the name aloud as chocolate hues beam blankly into his expression. "Are you.. Im Jaebum?" 

There's a light relief that washes over her, visible in the softening of her expression, and the fading stiffness in her posture. She'd somewhat expected to be shoved away. An unrealistic fear, maybe, but one she'd always suffered through when it came to approaching new people. She's able to smile now, reciprocating the polite bow the other female offers. "I'm Suzy. Call me Suz, though. I've been forever trying to make that name happen." The statement is followed by an awkward chuckle. "It's nice to finally be able to meet you, Blaine."

She's good at holding her facade with a smug grin and the confident crossing of her arms, though her expression begins to twist slightly in mild annoyance at his laughter  "It's true." She defends, and It's only partly the truth. She was pretty fearless, but that courage only extends as far as not being scared or jumpy or all that effected by scary movies when she watches them. Suzy has nothing to do with real life fear. She's one of those people that like to play it safe, so she isn't all too perky about his suggestion, brows furrowing at every imaginable thought to what he could have in mind. "Test it how? What you gonna do? Drag me off to some haunted house or something?" 

"Of course I would, it's so cute." She replies as she extends her arms.