slips you a ø
Send me a “ø” and I’ll generate a number, your muse will receive one of the following from mine: 12. A girl’s/boy’s night out. ( ` quietly takes this symbol and whispers shyly thank you pumpkin pie. )
[ ♕ ] She hasn't met the male, seen him around admired from the distance; though she wasn't actually going to admit it out loud. That's be quite embarrassing, wouldn't want the other to consider her as some creep who watches from the sidelines. Because it wasn't like that, a quick glimpse is all she gives to him and she scurries off back to class if not back to work as well. "I think if we're going to ignore the sleep that's constantly calling out to us, I suggest giving each other introductions so it won't end up being so awkward. Yes?" Naeun suggested, a smile gently graced upon her youthful visage and she bows her head out of respect, a formal way of her saying hello.
When she straightens her composure, the alignment of her spine into a straight line. She meets him face to face, wondering if they were the exact age though she was never too sure now a days. He looked quite young though, in Naeun's eyes. Tucking in a couple strands of her long strands of hair behind her ear to prevent it from falling towards the sides of her face. She speaks once more, the words slipping out softly but it's audible for the male to hear her. "The name's Naeun, pleasure to meet you, sir."
