salon, early in the morning ; @fmdtokki
It’s been a slow morning, which is rare, but a nice treat once in a while. She doesn’t have much on her schedule yet but then again, it’s only the beginning of the new year. That would change in no time and soon enough she would have a packed schedule with little to no time to rest at all. Just the thought of it makes her sigh as she enters the hair salon with a soft greeting towards the workers. She’s literally sleepwalking her way towards her spot at an empty chair, her black padded jacket taking up all the space as she unzips it and closes her eyes. For a few seconds she sits just like that; eyes closed, mind empty and not a worry in the world. There’s a lot of things to worry about later but for the moment she just wants to bask in the serenity of it. She hears light footsteps all around her and soft voices in the distance but she doesn’t pay much attention, thinking that it’s only the workers here. Lyra did arrive in good time to the salon if only just to get the little peace and quiet that comes with the primitive morning. Sensing a presence close to her, curiosity takes over and she slowly opens her eyes to see who it is, thinking that it may be the one of the workers.
Lyra immediately regrets ever opening her eyes and she wishes that she could just shut them again as if nothing ever happened but like everything else, it’s too late. They had already made eye contact, and of all the places he could’ve been, he was seated right next to her. Great. She grits her teeth together in an attempt to not say anything she would most definitely regret later and tries avoiding making more eye contact than necessary. She tries to keep calm but isn’t sure if she’s convincing enough, isn’t sure if her mask is airtight, despite getting better at controlling her feelings and emotions as she continued taking acting lesson. Years in the industry had also taught her a thing or two for the sake of survival and she was putting it to good use.
But this was Kang Ilwoo she was looking at (or refrained from looking at in this situation), the boy that – for a short time – was the light in her life, during her darkest time. The one that could make her smile when she wanted to cry, the one who made her feel warm and secure, made her feel things she hadn’t felt in a while because he was soft, gentle and kind – everything she wasn’t during that time. It was also with him that she suffered heartbreak for the first time. She breathes quietly, trying to steady the mixed emotions that was bubbling inside of her, threatening to spill over and blow her cover. The big and spacious salon is suddenly cramped and she feels incredibly restless with him nearby. She wonders if they even need to talk or acknowledge each other at all.
