The wait for the other’s reply wasn’t long, but the confusion that seeps through her does take a while to process. “That doesn’t make any sense,” Nora mutters softly under her breath, simply looking at her phone screen for as long as it took for the brightness to hurt her eyes, and when she turns back toward the textbook lying in her lap, all she can see is the purple aftermath of having your retinas burned. A soft sigh quickly escapes her when she realises Jay had mistaken her for being elsewhere and not cooped up in the library, hugging her knees to her chest and quietly rocking herself because how much more legal jargon could she cram into her brain before she started sprouting it in her daily speech? Not much more, she was already halfway there, and she tips her head back against the shelf behind her, groaning quietly. She didn’t want to move - she wanted him to come here, plonk himself down and tell her what half of these words meant because she’s honestly never seen them before in her life. English was such a rarity nowadays, and although Nora should be a lot happier about that, it was still hard when it was the language she had grown up with.
[ text ⟶ jay ♣︎ ] How do you even know where I am?
[ text ⟶ jay ♣︎ ] I’m at the library. I bet you went to the beach, right?
The text messages she sends are written half in Korean, half in English, and her head hurts when she peers over them again, realising she didn’t even try to fix them before she hit the ‘send’ button. She groans again, having had enough of everything at that moment as she sets to stuff her books back into her bag, slowly stretching out her legs. She’s been cramped up for so long that she can barely feel her feet, and standing up is much more of a chore than she could have bargained for. It isn’t a tedious walk from the university grounds to the beach though, where she assumes he’s waiting, but it is quite a lengthy one, and Nora isn’t about to take her time with it. To spite everyone around her, really, just to get away from possible prying eyes, she picks up her pace and almost runs through the hallways, heading toward the beach and panting by the time she arrives, her shoulder bag slipping off and landing hard on the ground by her feet.
[ text ⟶ jay ♣︎ ] You better still be around! I just ran all the way here!
With a short roll of her eyes, Nora lifts her head to gaze over the rows of parked cars, before finally spotting the shiny vehicle, the most familiar one of the lot. And she’s right with her deduction, for when she pulls the door handle, it gives easily and she slips inside, bag falling onto her lap. “Sorry,” she mutters as she turns to look at the other, though even her apology sounds awkward rolling off her tongue, and she switches back to English again, running a hand over her face. “I hate Korean sometimes.”
As he waited, he peered into the open view; analyzing every bits of visual that he could stuff inside his brain—hunting down for Nora as he had been worried. The world had laid countless of possibilities, some were prudent and the rest was indecent. Though he would disregard the latter, with the endless increment of crime rates, the globe was not a safe place. Let it be if you were alone, nor otherwise, the list of myriads occurrences would happen instantly—perfect solution? Staying safe was one of them, and somehow he could not grasp the fact that she was still nowhere to be found on his insight. Where is she? And it was the queue of drum rolls in the background, adding a dash of drama to it before he felt his cellphone scream again. At first the grin on his lips were visible—evidently because he 'knew' her whereabouts when it had stated clearly, it was uncertain and for the fact that the contents of the text message was a mixture of two contrasting message. "She must be that tired" he absent minded-ly said until he rad the second part of her text message. "Goddamnit, I got it wrong, " He cursed under his breath and proceeded in the steering wheel until another signal had came in, popping the device near his face he had reread the last remnants of her message until she finally got in.
With a quick scan on her face, he knew she was exhausted. And a sudden question mark was raised more to his calculations; "No, I'm sorry. I really thought that you were here," As he thicken the emphasis on the last bits of his speech and he thought over of what she had just said, "You don't have to hate it, if you do, it'll be hard" Which had seemed awfully made him sound like a mother, blinking his eyes he had a mental debate on what to cook up once they were home. "Lets have dinner first, then I'll tutor you later, okay?" Putting his hands on the steering wheel, he had reversed his car and drifted onto the now dark pavement—the debate was still on-going as far as he could remember, "What do you feel like having?" Jason finally threw the question and threw a swift glance at her.
