Blurred Lens

A tight squeeze

The sound of an ambulance rushing past woke you the next morning. You forced open your droopy eyelids to glance at the clock and saw it was 11:30.

11:30?!

Dammit! You were supposed to meet the client in 30 minutes. The walk alone took you roughly that amount of time!

Your head reluctantly raised off your headboard as you pulled your legs out of the warm comfort of your duvet. Your feet rummaged for your slippers. You felt the silky material and slipped them on.

You sprinted to your bathroom and practically scraped your teeth while brushing them and yanked your hair down to get the knots out. A thrash of water was thrown at your face and you threw on the same clothes as yesterday. Jungkook would probably guess it was a uniform or something - oh well.

With no time to grab a bite you chucked your slip on shoes, having to go sock-less, grabbed your keys and were out the door.

You'd reached the bottom of the stairs before realising you had forgotten your laptop and phone in the rush, so hopped up the staircase to grab them.

Of course you couldn't find your laptop, why would you?

You tossed all your furniture upside down in an attempt to find it, forgetting that it was under your bed sheets as you were watching Netflix before sleeping.

When you eventually found it, you nearly cried in joy and sprinted out the door again.

You ran for as long as you could before feeling blisters forming at the back of your feet and had no air left in your lungs. Reality check to work out more.

You slowed down to a half jog - half fast walking pace. Usually the walk to the city centre was enjoyable as you looked at all the interesting people and create a storyline for them in your head. But not today - you just needed to not leave your customer hanging for too long so he didn't give up and go home. That photo shoot would have all been for nothing.

Relief flushed over you as you saw the calming, familiar sign of 'Froth and Flowers' eventually. Inviting Lily's were draped around the doorway and the 'open sign' was slightly tilted, but dangling proudly on the blemish-free windows.

As you approached the cafe, you took a quick glance at your reflection.

You shouldn't have.

You looked as if you'd been dragged through a bush three times and then chucked in a pit of trash. You repulsed yourself and pushed the door to escape your mirror image.

When you stepped in a lovely waitress greeted you kindly. Warmth spread to your finger tips as you caught it's source, a fireplace, dancing directly in front of you.

"Hello m'am, how can I help you today?" She smiled at you.

"Oh hi, um - is there a male sitting alone at some table? He may have been here for a while," you asked, scanning the room.

It was pretty crowded, many family meals and dates were occurring. You couldn't spot Junkooks dark hair over any of the heads.

"Do you mind describing what he looks like?" The waitress said, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Uh... dark hair, tattoos, big, dark eyes - they glisten a little," you muttered, not focusing as you were still searching the room.

"Do they really glisten? It must have been the camera flash." You jumped at the raspy voice coming from a third party.

You spun to the right and discovered Jungkook, nudged against the wall, hidden behind the entrance to the door.

He was wearing an emerald green hoodie with some black cargo pants tucked under the small table. He had many silver rings hanging from his ears and his hair was pushed down over his forehead. His face looked a little glossy in the lighting which also made his hair look shinier.