☾ @hdchaeyeon — thread.
haru could not exactly recall how many times it had already been, but this was yet another instance to add to the handful of times he had encountered the exact same young lady at the same café he was at, and at the exact same moment.
he wondered if it would have been naive of him, and also dangerous, to chalk it all up to mere coincidence. as illogical as it may have been, he thought that was a much... kinder angle to look at it from rather than assume he had a stalker on his hands, so he decided to go with sheer coincidence until he was proven otherwise.
this was the first time he had gone to this particular café, and now he knew to avoid similar hours in the future—although the establishment was yet to be packed to the brim with patrons, it was still busy enough that haru had to step aside and wait for his number to be called.
which lead him to where he was now, stood a little too close for his own comfort to the lady he was trying to avoid, if he could afford it.
he had absolutely nothing against her and frankly, he knew nothing about her. all he knew was that he had seen her face around the agency's buildings, and that it seemed like they had some mutual acquaintances. haru believed they were both under the same label, but his lack of confidence in that little tidbit further proved just how little he knew of her.
his discomfort was simply attributed to how awkward it's been knowing with almost absolute certainty that she recognised him too, and that they were both aware that they recognised one another.
subconsciously, haru crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back slightly so that all of his weight was placed onto one foot. he never intended to give off such closed body language, and he couldn't help how his facial features naturally assumed a resting position that many would never deem to be particularly inviting. in all honesty, he wasn't entirely against having a conversation with her, but there was no urge for him to initiate one either.
