Exopink Drabbles And Short Stories

12. (CR)

It is nothing new for Chaeyoung to fall in the streets, it has rather become an everyday thing for her. So, she whatsoever doesn't feel embarrassed or anything as she's sitting on the hard concrete ground in front of what seems like a cafe. A group of passers-by have just crossed the busy New York streets. If time and tide waits for none would be a city, it would be called New York. Nobody cares what the person beside them is doing or is even or not.

So, she sits there with a scraped elbow for a few minutes and just when she's about to get up, she sees a hand forwarded, it's a first. She's hesitant but she takes it anyway. When she stands and her eyes meet with the eyes of the stranger whose help she took. He towers over her with a good couple of inches. His eyes are rich brown and his nose is prominent and there's a tiny mole on it. She thinks she's staring for too long and the stranger gives her a dimpled smile. She thinks she needs to get her inhaler out. And he just walks away, like without even telling his name.

But she knows he's a customer of the cafe she had fallen in front of, because he had a plastic cup in his veiny arms of the same name as the one printed on his cup.