#*risposta

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bend over backwards.

selecsoo

There are some days that Florence feels the world is against her, in every aspect, and her heart pounds in her chest due to the anxiety. Sitting on the bench at her local park with the breeze in her face helps, however, and the deep intakes of air calm some of her nerves. She feels silly and like she’s a kid that didn’t get their fair share of candy, but the feeling is still there when she thinks of other things to revert her mind. Family issues have always run deep and no matter how many times she’s tried to prevent them when some distant relative had visited, it never ended well.

The sky is dark—a little something on her part—dampening her mood as she loathes alone. Her day had been free, with no shoots of any kind and no night classes because it was the weekend. There were a lot of possibilities for the evening and the last thing she expected was her family to run amok. It was a waste.

Florence doesn’t notice the presence of a man around until a little later, until her head lifts up and she stares at her surroundings. The trees were always a sight to look at, the way the leaves contrasted with its bark. She had been tearing up, not technically crying as she would put it, and puts her hands up to rub her eyes. She was never a fan of showing herself in a state of sorrow and quickly musters herself up. Her eyes avert to the man, curious and shows a smile as a greeting when they share eye contact.

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"uh... i think i’m lost."

kimxjunsu

Florence has a moderate knowledge of where certain routes and destinations are in the city, so when someone comes up to her and expresses that he's lost, she feels obliged to help. She doesn't know every place, every business, every restaurant, but she guesses trying doesn't hurt and she'll feel good afterwards if everything is successful. The city is a confusing place, with lots of crooks and crannies, and she hopes he doesn't ask the directions to somewhere that's located in a district she's never heard of.  

"Where do you need to go?" she asks on the spot, a small smile on her lips. She's helped a few people before and she knows how to handle the situation well enough. Her eyebrows are raised, waiting for the stranger's answer. 

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"love is illogical, it means nothing to me."


xchanheex​

Florence pauses, a brow raising in curiosity, as she rethinks about what he says verbatim in her head. She's confused and her face shows it, head tilting to the side as her eyes are wide. What exactly did he mean by that? Love wasn't a touchy subject to her, however, and her interest raises greatly. She often says she loves things, things such as family, photography, and a good home cooked meal, and is interested in what made him say it. 

"Why do you think that?" she asks out of curiosity, hoping it doesn't come off the wrong way. "Just curious." Florence shrugs a little, proving her case that she means no harm to the other. A small smile spreads on her face only moments later. 

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bngcha:

"Ah, excuse me?" Bong-Cha raised an eyebrow. She had just gotten out of the company's gym and was just about to return to her room before she was rudely greeted by a stranger. "I really hope there's someone else in this room you're trying to address, because that was damn rude."

"Oh my god," Florence slips out, eyes widening and heartbeat quickening. Shit, did she really just say that? Out loud? To the person next to her? She's doomed, judging by the stare coming from the other. "I'm so sorry!" she exclaims, hoping the other can understand her situation. "I didn't mean to, I was just spilling out my thoughts, I'm pretty much half-asleep right now—I mean, no, fuck, I was just..." Her eyebrows furrow in desperateness. She manages to take a deep breath, somehow, and looks at the woman in the eye. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" 

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"oh dear, do you need help?"

selentieun

Florence is in dire need of help and quick. Struggling to handle all of her stuff, it just so happens that they slip and fall out of her grasp, her bags spilling some worn contents. It's a miserable day for her, having slept in and missing half of an important meeting with a director to discuss about the shoot she had expressed interest for. The meeting had just ended and it ended on a sour note, but they said they would still consider her. At least one, sort of, good thing had happened. 

The area she was in was empty, except one or two people, and when one passerby stops, Florence is relieved. "Oh dear," she, Florence guesses when her eyes are on the ground, "Do you need help?" Her head nods and she meets eyes with the kind stranger. 

"If you don't mind," Florence says while picking up a beaten, old lens. "Please and thank you."

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"uh.. i think i’m lost."

ohrxisxn

Korea has more crooks and crannies than Florence can imagine and it's tough to just get from one place to another. Finishing up her meal, she hands over the bill to the waiter absentmindedly, and gathers her stuff, ready to leave. Her night was free and there was nothing left for her to do except possibly roam the streets or enjoy a quiet night in her room. She chooses the latter, because as much as she loves her loft, it gets boring quickly. 

With her feet idly walking wherever they go, she pays attention to the views and the people. If only she had remembered to bring her camera with her. She would have gotten some memorable pictures for future use. 

Florence doesn't expect someone coming up to her, however, and asking for what she presumes is directions. All he says is, "Uh, I think I'm lost." She lets out a light laugh before offering her help. "Where do you need to go?" 

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"um, excuse me. hey, wake up! this isn't your stop is it?"

yongpd

With nothing to do came no worries for Florence. It was her free day, her time to do whatever. She had done some window shopping for friends earlier and ate at her favorite food stand. It was nothing special, nothing too remarkable to tell about. Florence had no plans or schedule, so as she roams the streets of the area, she figures she would do some traveling around. The bus stop wasn’t too far from where she was. 

Getting there was no problem for the girl, however, waiting was just a pain. Luckily, there was a free seat for her to settle down. It was an ordinary week day, not a lot of people were around. There was a couple of business workers and right next to her sat a male about to doze off. He’s so going to miss his stop, she thinks. The bus comes a few minutes later and Florence is surprised. Usually, waits were definitely longer and her patience had to be pushed around a bit. Not this time, though. 

Florence takes an idle glance at the sleeper next to her. She’d feel bad if this was his stop and he happened to miss it. With her good attitude, she nudges him. “Excuse me,” she says. “Hey, wake up! This isn’t your stop, is it?” 

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"sorry! you dropped this!"

frostyhyun

Cradling her camera equipment with her arms was a bad idea, Florence thought, as she made her way through the crooks of Seoul and beyond. Normally, she wouldn’t have done so, but missing the bus by approximately one minute was a horrible mistake. With her bag slung over her shoulder and the big carrier that was her lighting equipment in her hand, she felt slumped as her feet padded across the sidewalk. Too busy complaining into her head about her bad luck, she doesn’t notice the person she happens to bump into. 

The small collision makes her drop her carrier—shit, she mutters in her head—but she manages to pick it up right after. Glancing behind her shoulder, she finds the mysterious stranger still walking. Her eyes wander to the ground and she finds a phone. Florence can’t pick it up, because her hands are occupied. They’re too far for her to tell kindly, so she has to yell. “Hey!” she exclaims. “Hey, person, sorry! You dropped this! Your phone.”