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thxlynx

She waited. Then, waited. And waited some more. She took pride in how much control she had of herself today. Perhaps it was utter the need to do something right for her mother, or she truly looked forward to see him, she was not quite sure. But one thing is for certain, she had been waiting there for hours, unfazed. She had been sitting there for quite some time now that she had been approached for orders about four times already, but she politely declined until her date arrives. Whoever said you can't write your own happy ending, clearly does not have the power to do so - but she does. And that is why she was not going to let such trivial things, like waiting for her very, very tardy fiance, to ruin her night. Lynx Black had a reputation, should other girls be in her place, they'd have think it to be a punishment. But Yoo Rachel was not like other girls.

At first, she'd have to admit she was utterly disappointed with her mother's poor decision making. Then, it dawned upon her that Esther Lee would never make bad decision in anything. Especially not for her precious daughter. She took it a compliment, his family believed in her abilities. What greater demonstration of trust can any girl receive from their future in-laws than that? Putting a halt in her train of thought, Rachel caught sight of a tall, slender figure approaching the table. She kept her eyes on him, a smile hanging on her lips as she let go of all her worries and fears. He's here now, she thought to herself. If he didn't show up, she wouldn't know how to get up from that table and leave. "I'm delighted that you could spare me some time from your busy schedule, Lynx." Had this been any other person, she'd have resorted to sarcasm, but she truly was grateful he made it. She tried to convince herself he had some errands to run, than to just be late on purpose.

jihoxth

Rachel had arrived early that day for this meeting. They had to set the record straight; they both know well this was not going to end pretty. She liked to think her mother had become extremely bored and decided to let the rumors fall to deaf ears. Esther Lee is smart, and anyone who knew her would think this is a stupid move. However, thinking it wouldn't make a difference unless someone spoke out loud. But who would dare? A better solution was to actually do something, and she for a fact that she couldn't do this alone. There were other people in this equation too, and from the looks of last night's dinner, one of them didn't like the way things were panning out either.  

So that's bring her back full circle to why she was patiently waiting in that empty classroom, too early for her classes. She was not one to wait, nor did she ever, she was Yoo Rachel after all. But she makes exceptions for life changing matters - the engagement pretty much takes the cookie. As she turned on her heel, she caught sight of the person she was waiting for. He didn't look anymore pleased than she did, that was enough for her to ask him to meet her today to make sure they don't end up miserable for the rest of their lives - or until Esther Lee decides she just wants new assets. "So... what now? Any brilliant plans in that evil head of yours?"

thxdraco

Her day did not start out well. First, the ribbon of her favorite pointe shoes came off, she had to resort to using an old pair she hadn’t particularly broken into yet; then, her mother accused her of slacking off due to the linear consistency of her grades - what’s the point of consistency if you’re going to stay in just that one level, Rachel; then, there’s the usual city traffic. She reached the dance studio completely off her game, her mind was a mixture of frustration, resentment and plain negativity. Imagine having to put your entire body weight on the few inches surface of the platform, with the world pressed over your shoulder. Rachel found herself shaken, hands tight around the beam as she tried to stay upright. She mumbled a string of curses, teeth sinking at the bottom of her lip as she gathered her belongings and ditched the day’s rehearsal. She didn’t want to add embarrassing herself in front of the other girls at ballet practice to her growing list disappointments.

Gym bag slung over her shoulder, she pulled her hair into a messy bun as she walked down the corrigdor. Rachel was absorbed in her chaotic little world that she didn’t realize that a reasonable crowd of girls were flocking by the windows, oogling yet again. They may be the future of the country’s economy, but they were still girls nevertheless, the same things excite and make them feel exhilirating. Last week, there was a korean pop group that shot their music video just outside the department, maybe there was another one today. She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she continued with her firm steps, one hand wrapped around the strap of her bag and the other sliding over the metal bar as she descended from the stairs.

As she reached the bottom, a couple of girls bumped her shoulder making her bag fall off. They kept running their pace, having forgotten who exaclty it was they bumped into. If this were any other day, Rachel would have grabbed one of them to teach a valuable lesson. But today was not a good day. She tried to remember their faces, they will be dealt with later, that’s for sure. She heaved a sigh, lips pursing as she picked up her bag before getting back on her feet. And as she turned towards the exit, she notices a familiar looking figure standing not very far. That summer, the memories and the things came like a flash flood, all of it washing away whatever was left of her composure, leaving her standing there like a confused idiot. The dry lump in her throat made it difficult to swallow, the feeling in her stomach was foreign and she wasn’t quite sure if this was good or bad. She had felt this before she was sure, but it had been a long time she didn’t know how to handle it.