pain ft. @svninked
the zurie who had entered sephora cosmetics was not the same person who was leaving it after clocking out; that much was clear from the morose way in which she smiled to the faces that passed her and let it slip as soon as she was beyond them. she'd dropped a 360,000 won bottle of foundation, apparently made from gold and angel tears in the south of france. or at least that's what zurie assumed from the way her boss had screamed at her. she'd simply washed her own makeup off and reapplied it over the tear tracks after the dressing down (in front of customers, no less).
'good as new' she'd thought at the time. she felt anything but good or new now, however. she lingered by the mezzanine's edge, letting forlorn eyes fall upon the fountain. it was currently in the midst of a light show, its streams of water growing ever higher in synchronized fashion to the music that was playing. hues of purple, orange and pink flashed from within the water features drawing a crowd of shoppers to occupy the nearby benches so they could watch while resting their feet. even such antics weren't cheering zurie up; no, she needed a shot of whiskey or something stronger to release the events of the day.
as she passed by barracuda inc, she noticed its manager subin inside. fixing her proverbial mask in place, she decided to duck inside to visit him. for once in her life, she actually didn't feel too compelled to remain with the crowd outside. she wore a convincing smile as she greeted him with a bow. "hi subin! i noticed you were working today...i hope you don't mind if i visit you for a bit," she says the words meekly, and despite her happy expression, it's obvious there's something off about her demeanor. still, she was determined for things to be mindless and pleasant and most of all a distraction. "but if you have an appointment to get to, that's okay!" she blurts out, realizing she wasn't being very considerate of him.