#secondbestman

He was seen at a nearby jewelry shop, scouring the place for a good set for the bride. He wasn't in love, no! He's... just a friend, yes. One could call him a friend.

( @secondbestman )

[Jewelry. One wouldn't think Bok-su Go of all people would be into this kind of thing, but... she was interested in something new. For once.]

[Upon opening the doors to the shop, she saw him near instantly. The ghost of her past. Her expression turned into one akin of horror, and she faltered midstride into the store, but only for a fleeting moment. Bok-su observes the ghost as he roams around the store, searching for something. Yes, he was definitely real. She steels herself.] [Let's go confront our ghost.]

"Myeong-hoon. What a pleasure it is to see you here."

    The night was long but the drag from her cigarette was longer – as if the smoke was Bok-su's only comfort, letting it curl inside her lungs. The meager warmth didn't help keeping the nightly nip out of her bones, but she refused to leave such stench inside her cab; leaning on the vehicle, the dark star-less sky was the only thing keeping her ceaseless company on these long drawn nights.

    The only thing keeping her from leaving the overnight post was the unspoken promise of a well paying customer that would unknowingly pay the bills she's behind on - there was a misery in working the graveyard shift, but it would be a greater misery if her water in her dingy underground apartment was cut short.

    From the corner of her eye she noticed a lone figure, almost comically looking around and about, as if searching for someone - but no one was out here besides the two of them. The lanky woman raised her hand to capture his attention, hoping she finally caught her first victim, ❛❛hey mister — you need to get somewhere?❞

「 ✦ 💌 ɪɴᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ જ⁀➴ @secondbestman ✦ 」

    ˗ˏˋ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ˎˊ˗ with the light impact against his shoulder disturbing his idle dreaming, the brunette instinctively jerked his hand in the stranger's direction – a motion that could be mistaken to trying to catch the initiator with how his palm held to the man's side, seeming protective to any onlookers who wouldn't know better.

    ❛❛Watch whe-❞ words caught in his throat, his first instinct to brush off the apology and get going – but seeing the almost genuflecting expression, Rody felt a pang of guilt as he realized that the person in front of him was over-apologizing for his own blunder, giving him the push to match the man's energy and give at the very least an ounce of remorse – there was a threshold to where the waiter could be unapologetic with his actions, and this encounter may have crossed it. ❛❛I mean, you gotta watch where you're going, someone might get hurt.❞

" the sea? why, i suppose you could assume it that way ... " you speak, a look of thought for just a moment that is plastered on a soft pale visage. though it isn't truly the sea, is it? more equivalent to .. each drop of which makes it up. the individuals that find themselves speaking to your ears. your smile returns, with a gentleness to it that does not line up with one typical image of child like joy.