She isn’t afraid of heights, small spaces or the blustering sounds that the storm would bring, though the mere perspective of being tied down seemed to fright the young girl enough to have her pale skin becoming icy cold, Ara would never voice it out loud, but she was the aftermath of a wild ivy poisoning who carried the scars planted on others simply because she cared too much.
The brunette was after all, a flight risk, and any swirls of a swift cold breeze could get her to spread her beautiful wings and escape to a far and distinct land where once again she would be just passing through. It is about time for people to realize that some birds are not meant to be caged as they favored their freedom above anything else.
And yet, there she was, standing still in front of a rather popular café in hongdae wearing the red heels and the leather jacket she had previously promised to in order to met another man one of her friends deemed compatible to her, the thought of not showing up or leaving earlier had indeed crossed her mind throughout the course of the week and even so, the petite girl didn’t had the heart to disappoint her friends.
They all claimed she needed to hang out with some new people more often, and Ara agreed with it wholeheartedly, however, dates – especially blind ones – brought expectatives, and those damaged people profoundly.
A heavy sigh she didn’t even realized she had been holding escaped through her reddish lips as the young girl shifted her weight to the other leg, wondering how she had even managed to arrive earlier in a meeting willingly as she usually rather to be fashionable late.
“Perhaps, I should get a cat.” She muttered to herself, even if aware it wasn’t exactly possible giving her apartment complex’s rules, though as she ran one of her delicate hands through the entire length of her chocolate hair hesitantly before stepping forward. Ara took a deep breath as she made her way towards a rather taller male wearing the pieces of clothes her friend had warned her that would belong to her date as she tapped his shoulder gently.
“I believe you’re looking for me?” Velvet voice reverberated a lot more hesitantly than she planed as the petite girl bowed her head politely, offering him a small smile. “You can call me Ara, everyone does.” She offered him her hand, hoping that even if the date doesn’t exactly meet his expectations, she would be able to gain a friend out of it.