#eun:script

[simply-eunhee-blog]

kmhvo

(・・;) - How did I end up here? Nobody knows — though I would like to know, missy. [`she purses her lips, an attempt of hiding her smile when she folds her arms across her chest, head tilting to a side slightly] But even if you don’t have an answer to that one — you can stay for a bit longer and tell me who are you ? [`humming to herself, she stares at the girl when reaching out to scratch her cheek]

{'she looks at the girl before her before looking around to where exactly she was and she still has no answer} I'm not sure...i was walking...and then something on your bag caught my eye and before I knew it I sort of just...walked in behind you. God I sound like a fucking stalker. {'she chuckles sheepishly before looking at you and smiling, a rare thing for her as she's never one to generally be an east person to hit a chat up with, what with her out of the box personality. Talking to new people was always a hard thing for her} I'm Eunhee....Jo Eunhee....and you are? {'she asks, tilting her head as she watches you, unable to deny the fact that you were definitely a gorgeous woman, the kind of gorgeous that made her both irritated and envious.} 

[simply-eunhee-blog]

Reflection ░  eunhee ~ newt

newtsui:

{‘He glanced up from his novel that he was reading outside the cafe, sipping at his tea and only when his eyes scanned the area; he noticed a female staring at him rather intensely from a distance so he stared back out of confusion before he slowly brings the novel up to block his face from her view} What in the world..{‘He mumbled quietly under his breath, trying to not feel like he was creeped out from the stranger staring right at him; hell he even tried to not think of why she was staring right at him but sadly he continued to so but at least the novel blocked his face out}

{‘she wasn’t half sure why she was staring at him but something about him seemed really familiar and she couldn’t figure out what it was. She’d just been wandering around the book shop when she noticed the boy and couldn’t help but do a double take. Or maybe her eyes were just playing tricks on her? It was when she walked out and stood at the bus stop which was coincidentally right across from the boy that she realized why he looked familiar but the knowledge just puzzled her.

In another few minutes she’d crossed the road and made her way to the boy, disregarding personal space to pull the book down, bending down to eye level to stare at his face once again before holding her hand beside his cheek as if to compare skin color} Tell me…did you ever get plastic surgery? {‘she asked as she looked into the boy’s face which was undoubtedly and strikingly similar to her own, no wonder he looked “familiar" to her.}