“Sorry- I didn’t mean to run into you. Are you okay?”
𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: not accepting
poor sap, was the first coherent thought to register through her mind. it had been clearly obvious that she was the one unsteady on her feet, too many drinks in that her equilibrium was affected. at least with the festival in full swing the general public don’t have much reason to scorn her for public inebriation. they can furrow their brow and whisper amongst themselves at her unapologetic behavior, saying how unbecoming it is for a store owner to display such deviance without shame, but it wasn’t as if her dependency was a small secret to begin with. anyone who ever visited mokjawon knew she had a special seat reserved for her at the bar, and knew she visited every night after work.
“well,” she curls her lips together in a cheshire grin. “if you were truly sorry, you’d be a sweetheart and buy us both some tteokbeokki to share. promise i’m a good listener, great company and all that.” she bats her lashes at him innocently, as if this were a normal thing to ask.