Zoe stopped by at a very random place inside a casino located in Pidvone Misto in order to keep her occupied for the next hour or two. Her mind was restless. Her heart, troubled. And although she was physically exhausted, she didn’t want to go back to the dormitory yet. She didn’t want her family or friends to worry. And with the stench of rusty blood lingering in her clothing? Definitely, her next destination would be somewhere to clean herself up. However, right at this moment what she really needed was to destress. A drink and some time alone would suffice and that was what she intended to do as she sat on a stool and placed her elbows on the counter while waving at a bartender. “One expresso martini with a shot of spirytus please.” The bartender gave her a questioning look, though nodding as he turned around to make her cocktail. While waiting for her drink, Zoe buried her face against her crossed elbows on the counter then sighed, she was about to close her eyes when suddenly she heard a male’s voice. “Rough day, huh?” She heard him say. Looking up she knew immediately who it was as they just met not too long ago. Perhaps a week?
“Hey,” Zoe replied with a weary voice. “Nice to see you here. You.. working?”
Perhaps he’d been a little light when he’d said “rough day.” Zoe looked a little worse than that, but going up to a recent acquaintance and telling them they looked like shit wasn’t exactly his jam. He knew what someone wanting to be alone looked like, but sometimes it wasn’t the best move to respect others’ wishes—especially at a casino when they slumped over the bar without so much as a drop of liquor.
Namjoon had just come out of the kitchens to serve an impassioned diwata some golbaengi muchim, but the other had caught his eye before he could return to the kitchens. Wiping his hands on his apron, he watched her look up and gave a small, kind smile. “Hey.” She looked tired. Propping his elbows on the counter, he rubbed at the dark circles under his eyes. Friday nights were shitty. “Yeah. I’m a cook here. Do you want anything? I can probably slip you past the charge, though the serving’ll be smaller.” He moved just a bit for the bartender, who placed a cocktail glass in front of her, the liquid a dark brown. “Maybe some comfort food?” he said softly, then lifted off the counter, running his fingers through his lilac hair, bangle slipping down his forearm. He had to get back to the kitchens, but he had to make sure she was alright.
