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With a tilted head, Ahyeon's eyes glued themselves onto the glass, pool-shaped structure before her. It was the case purchased especially for their newest member, Sojung – the fishy girl. (The brunette was a bit surprised, and even proud, that she had actually known the other's name.) The glass container had arrived nearly two hours before, and it still hadn't been moved from the position it had been unloaded to, which was meters from the circus grounds. Although it would have been ideal for her to leave it be and wait for someone from the appropriate tents to move it, agitation and impatience were quickly bubbling within the pit of her stomach.

Unintentionally her left foot began to slowly tap with a slight rhythm. Ahyeon's teeth clenched around the flesh of her inner cheek, nearly drawing blood in her indecisiveness. She knew it wasn't technically her area to move the heavy performance equipment at the moment, but she felt slightly obligated to do it herself since it seemed like nobody else would until the next night.

After answering herself with a groan of irritation, the young woman firmly pressed her two palms against the five feet tall case and began to push; in spite of her efforts, however, the entire structure refused to move more than a centimeter per second. It seemed as if a half-hour had passed – in reality, no more than six minutes – and Ahyeon retreated her then red palms, resting her shoulder against the container.

Scraping her bottom lip with her teeth thoughtfully, a pair of chestnut irises defeatedly looked forward into nothing. Obviously she did not carry the strength to do this herself. Reeling herself back in, she recognized several faces of the performers as they passed. Those would be the ones she would never ask help from.

Eventually her eyes landed on a figure she only knew from occasional passes in the vicinity.

Someone she didn't know, and would not have to speak to afterward.

Perfect.