Restless in Seoul ✓

7.

Tracing circles on a wooden table can be very boring.

Trust me, I know because I've been doing so for over fifteen minutes now when I can't even sit still for a minute.

Yes, my job as an analyst is contradictory to my restless nature but even in my office, I always keep tapping my foot or spinning in my chair.

Kim Namjoon is fashionably late.

The café he suggested as the place for our first ever meeting was sporting a 'Closed' sign when I reached here so I thought that I had the wrong address at first although chances of that were slim. 

I mean, it's a famous one and I've been here before; at least I think so. Honestly, it's one of those posh cafés where most of my forced blind dates either ditch me after a few minutes when they realize my true nature, or I ditch them because of their boring company. 

However, when I peered inside, I saw someone wave at me. Apparently, the owner is Namjoon's friend. 

A café date is usually an evening one so I was surprised when Namjoon asked me to arrive here in the morning.

 I am not a morning person so I almost refused. I still don't know what prompted me to come here at eight a.m. when I usually like to sleep in on my off days which themselves are very rare and often unwelcome by me.

  Ask around my office, all the workers there know that I am a grump in the morning.

Still, I think I am here because I am curious- about how he looks, if his voice is really that deep when I hear it face-to-face, whether his smile is as cute as I have imagined in my head. 

I did say I am a very curious person, right?

First he makes me come here in the morning, now he is making me wait. This is enough to put me in a bitchy mood, but I somehow can't control the grin that hasn't left my face ever since I stepped inside and was directed to a table nestled deep inside the café.

I try drumming my fingers along the edges of the table instead, but it doesn't calm me down. 

"Here you go, a Frappuccino as requested." The guy who waved at me earlier smiles gently and places the drink in front of me. His eyes crinkle at the corners when he does.

Sorry Joon, if you are late, I am not waiting for my coffee. I am not that patient.

"Thanks." I flash the sandy-haired guy a grateful smile and twirl the straw in the glass before taking a sip. It tastes excellent, the best I've ever had. I give him a satisfied thumbs-up and he beams at me before taking his leave.

As I have nothing better to do, I look around the coffee place. It's called 'Caffeine Lovers' and has a homey yet chic vibe. Shelves stacked with novels are decorating one corner and I itch to go there and get my hands on one but I remind myself that this isn't what I came here for today. 

The other far wall has music records hung on it. I walk up to them and squint a little when I see they are signed by artists. 

And not just any artists but very famous ones. Old ones whose names I know.

A husky voice interrupts my fangirl moment though,
"See something you like?"