‹ forgetting › — bsm&dks
The day dragged on for her, arranging and rearranging her clothes as she unpacked. It was a tiresome process for a perfectionist. The musty air in her suite began to take a toll on her mood, ultimately having an effect on her condition. Without a thought, she dropped everything; leaving the room with her headphones in, her phone in her hand, and wallet in her back pocket.
Mindlessly walking down to the foyer, she immersed herself in her music and surfed her phone's internet browser for something to do in this end of New Seoul. Although heavily focused on her phone, she could see the faint shape of someone's legs and feet behind it and consequently, she stopped to avoid collision but what she found was something else-- well, someone else. Her head tilted, unsure if she was seeing correctly but the face was unforgettable. "Kyle?"