Lisa switched on the lights of her modest home. The little bird in the cuckoo-clock called out six times. Even though Lisa was of an immaculate nature, she indolently kicked off her boots, chucked her purse at the couch, headed straight upstairs and plopped herself on her neatly made bed. She flipped herself over, lying on her back, and started playing instances of various occurrences of the day in her head.
It was an eventful day. Among everything else, the image of a certain waiter kept flashing in her head. Lisa was never very ecstatic when it came to the concept of love.
It happens suddenly. It can happen in the most unanticipated way possible. You can find it in someone you have known your entire life, or just a random stranger you happen to run into.
Lisa has always laughed off and mocked the concept of 'true love'. 'When someone dates someone, there's always a catch and reasoning on at least one end' she'd always say. To her, all those philosophical ravings about love was a blob of pure, untarnished bullsh*t written by people who have nothing better to do with their lives.
Every time a good looking guy dates a not-so-attractive girl, it's because of her good grades, a stupid dare or any other obligation, and not because it's true 'love'.
That's how it works. Men are way too shallow to see what lies beyond the surface.
'Love at first sight' was something that she dismissed straight away, without even providing for a rationale.
But her interaction with that waiter, made her want to rectify all her previous assertions. She had managed to steal a glimpse of his name-plate, and she could make out the name 'Jungkook'.
The interaction, the feelings, may sound unnaturally random to a third person. 'He is just another good-looking stranger, one of the hundreds you come across' they'll say. But that short eye-contact they made cleared all uncertainties about her feelings. Even though she was raveled in a mess of emotions, she knew that she'll be visiting that pizzeria very often.
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Jisoo walked into her shabby, but well kept apartment. She carefully placed a huge Starbucks paper bag on the mediocre sized glass coffee table. Considering the amount of paperwork she had on her plate, an overdose of caffeine was a necessity.
After chugging down a terrifying amount of the aforementioned beverage, she flipped opened her laptop. The device, owing to its age, was taking forever to start. After she had finally managed to open a new Word Document, she tried to muster all the creativity she possessed. But alas, nothing. Her mind was as blank as the white document. The blinking cursor symbolized the blinking thoughts in her mind, which seemed uncertain, and disappeared as soon as they arrived.
Great! What a wonderful time to get a writer's block.
To her, a writer's block was like a clogged sink. Junk or aloof thoughts, which act as debris, coagulated her mind, and prevented good ideas from going through the pipes, for her to process.
Well, since all good ideas had abandoned her, she had no choice but to chug down a little more coffee, and polish her inferior thoughts with a little ornamental language.
As she was proceeding to do things in the devised chronology, a text popped up in the lock screen of her cell phone.
Satan in Disguise:
A happy sleepless night to our best employee! 🥳🥳🥳
-Your Handsome Boss.
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A/N: I know! I'm mainly doing these filler chapters that aren't really indispensable for the plot. I just felt that this will provide a hold to the eventful chapters once I'm done with this fic. Oh, and I know. My English kinda sucks. Feel free to point out the error(s) via comments or private messaging. Oh, and Jennie will make an entrance in the next chappie. G'day!
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