█ 돌아와,
Click. Click. Click.
Every step was accentuated by the soft sound made by the high heels, every next one a little quicker than the previous, but just as steady. It echoed in the relatively quiet neighborhood, gentle wind carrying it through the early night as Jihye marched on, eyes focused on her goal.
And her goal, oh, the goal. It was moving with just as much confidence but with way more caution, a manner which the female know all too well from even years and years before. Clad in an all black, formal and oh so professional attire, to an outsider the goal looked mysterious, unapproachable, but to Jihye, it was everything but. It tensed exactly in the moment she stood not even three long strides away from him, the well-built silhouette of a man--as handsome as ever--straightening up and alert of its surroundings like a prey that was being hunted.
Jihye did feel like a predator, indeed.
“What are you spying on, this time?” She asked, the question cutting straight through the night’s silence and hanging above their heads like a sentence of judgment ready to be made.