𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 ℂ𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 II ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

2

[１：４６ｐｍ]   Ａｐｒｉｌ ， Ｓａｔｕｒｄａｙ

I closed my laptop dejectedly, rubbing my tired eyes with the back of my hand.

 I check the time. 1:46 pm. 

Did I really waste seven hours toiling in this cafe? 

I had two projects due in a week, one for photography, the other for art. I leaned back, staring at the white-tiled ceiling of the cafe, beginning to question why I decided to major in arts. 

As important as it was, I absolutely could not focus today. 

It started as a very average weekend morning, it made no sense. I left my house while my dad was still asleep, arrived right as the cafe opened at 6 am, and had a plan to outline my projects and spend the day out of the house as usual. Why was nothing clicking? 

Any and all ideas I had for my photography project concept were swept out the front door the moment I stepped foot in here. 

I suddenly heard the sound of a chair scraping against the wooden floor. I snapped my head upright, taking my eyes off of the ceiling. 

I found myself mere inches away from the barista boy. 

I instinctively flinched backward, a surprised yelp escaping my lips. 

The boy looked at me curiously. "What's your deal, Jeong-Chae?" 

I shot him a confused sneer. "I could ask you the same, 'Hwang'. Why do you keep mashing my first and last name together like that?" 

I leaned back in my chair. I couldn't take being that close to a boy's face. 

"Why do you keep using only my last name?" He gently pouted, tilting his head. 

He didn't let me answer, and instead began circling the logo on my closed laptop with his finger.

"I saw you staring at the ceiling like your life was ending, and decided to come talk to you since you waited about seven hours for my shift to end." He smirked down at his hand. 

Then, glancing up at me, he leaned forward. 

"That was why you stayed here so long, right Jeong-Chae?" 

Every alarm was ringing throughout my head at this point. I just wanted to be nice, I didn't mean to attract this kind of attention. The kind of attention I knew I couldn't handle. 

The kind I knew wasn't real. 

I forced a bored look onto my face, sighing. "No, Hwang, I was not waiting for you. If you'd worked here longer you would know this is a normal weekend occurrence." 

I took a sip of my iced latte, his gaze following my every move like a cat on the hunt. 

"What? You sit here and drink your overly-complicated coffee order and wait for a prince to sweep you off your feet?" He smiled innocently. 

"No." I simply stated, setting down my cup. "And how is a barista going to call my coffee order overly complicated? What do you drink then?" I looked at him accusingly. 

"Black coffee." he grinned, shaking his Iced Americano. "Want some?" 

He leaned over the small table, our faces inches apart, the straw nearly brushing my lips. 

His dark eyes bore into me, his expression teasing and confident.

I felt stuck. Like prey. 

This was my final straw. (A/N no pun intended ;] )