"Let the waters guide you... just as Selene guides them..."
"You've been away long enough... It's time to come home.."
All Y/n wanted out of her dull, mundane life was to find out the truth about herself. Will she succeed in her endeavours or end up...
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"One iced Americano please" the mysterious man let out in a raspy voice as deep as the Mariana Trench.
All I could do was sit there and stare. It was like I was hypnotized or in some sort of trance.
His mis-matched attire did nothing to dampen his looks, in fact, in some crazy odd way, they seemed to complement and even enhance them. But that's coming from someone like me who hasn't the faintest clue on the in's and outs of fashion trends to begin with.
Sporting a lean, masculine frame under all those loose fitting clothes of faded greys and browns, areas of pale skin peeked out, holding an almost pearlescent sheen when hit by the light in a certain way.
A wide brimmed hat sat atop his head where strands of inky black hair poked out from beneath.
He stood there leaning against the bar counter, drumming his long, slender fingers onto its surface out of boredom, while he waited for his order. He exuded a level of power and authority which I couldn't quite place, making him all the more intriguing.
Who was this man and why was I getting so affected by him? Do random people who walk into cafes possess some hidden ability to render a person speechless.
Huffing I tried to maintain my composure.
Get it together Y/n! All he did was come in and order a damn coffee!
I was so absorbed in the scene in front of me that I couldn't help but jump in my seat when I felt someone's hand tap my arm.
"You with us lass?" Dongha's voice made me divert my gaze to him.
"S-sorry?" I let out, calming down from the surprise.
"Ah look at her, she was totally out of it."
"What were ye so immersed in?" The other two men chimed in.
"Uh...." Words were caught in my throat as I tried to come up with an excuse, not exactly wanting to say that I was ogling an innocent man, like some stalker.
I tried to speak again but was cut off from a distant voice.
"Your drink sir," I heard the cafe's barista say, making me once again look towards the newcomer.
Straightening his posture, he took the offered beverage, humming an inaudible 'thank you.' From his side profile I could see the slight upturn of his lips, emphasizing his knife sharp jawline. My heart did a flip at the imagery.
Oh boy, what is wrong with me!?
"Y/n dear, is everythin' alright?"
Still watching, the dark haired man dove deep into his pant pocket, pulling out an unusual small thatched pouch. Riffling through it, he took out a bunch of coins and handed them over to the server. My eyes must've been deceiving me at one stage as I could've sworn that amidst his change was an object, spherical in shape, that shone brightly against the rest. Dumbfounded about what I had spotted, I tried to make sense of it.
