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t a k e  a  s i p  ||  c h a p t e r  o n e

The coffee's scent sifted through the thick air. It's soft mellow tangy scent reached Jisoo's nose. She took it in.

She sat by the window as usual, staring contently at the busy street and people. It was nine o'clock, everybody was still waking themselves, delving their flesh into coffee.

Of course, she thought, she didn't need coffee to be awakened. She just needed to see her.

As if the world had been good at timing things out, the blonde walked through the newly painted oak door , causing the little bell at the top of the door frame to tune out simple jingles.

There she was.

Jisoo's blood felt as if it had clotted, her pupils dilating as she traced the blonde's path towards her, her news paper mocking in front of her, waiting to be read. Every single day, was like this.

As she sat on the cushioned seat, she piled her books atop the table, her cup of coffee already beside it, steaming and ready to caffeinate her veins.

And of course, they continued about their business as if the other wasn't there.

It was like that, for as long as they could remember. Everyday, they both grew curious about each other. Wondering what would happen if they spoke to one another.

But what would happen if the cup of coffee would lost its balance and tumbled upon the books Rosie had borrowed?

What would happen if at the same time, their finger tips touch to reach for the paper napkins lying on the center of the table?

What would happen if both melted deeply in the inside just by staring at the other's stunning eyes, after grasping for the paper napkins?

What would happen if fate actually let them take a sip of reality?

Well. Reality actually let them have  a sip.

And it wasn't bitter at all.