세훈&티파니 [ blankedspaced ]
What was time, really? Just an aspect of space, a concept of movement, a passing of light. Perhaps, if she had more of it, she would be able to better figure out the path of things. Instead, she’s late for work and suffering severe caffeine withdrawals.
Normally she would duck into the cafe near her apartment, take her time with her coffee, order a bagel if she was feeling particularly famished. Today, with white prada heels clicking the pavement below her, she instead rushes into the cafe near her office building, impatiently waiting in the long cue and contemplates what to order.
“Latte, no foam, extra hot for this beautiful hot day. Please and thank you!” She’s chirpy as ever, even if her body lacks the fundamental element that wakes it up. Quickly pulling out her card, she swipes and moves along in a second, not at all recognising the tall barista behind the counter.
There’s something familiar and a sort of yearning pulls her head up, narrowing her sight onto the male that has his hands around her coffee. He looked so familiar... maybe it was... “Sehun?”
She had never really believed much in change. People you know remain the same people, regardless of time. He looked so... different. Mature, she thinks, far thinner than she remembers, taller, too. But what changed the most, she recognises in a second, is that he looked far more attuned to life than she remembered. Two years must have done him some good.
They call out her order and she is snapped back to reality. Sheepishly, she approaches, her head held in a way that he would not be able to avoid eye contact. “Thank you... Sehun” With a smile she slips a twenty dollar bill into the tip jar and waits for him to say something.
