❝ What brings you to where I bath, my boy? ❞ She leans in closer to him staring deep in his eyes as if she was trying to see the truth in them.
He didn't take time to respond,
❝ ...you. ❞
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➳ Romance / Comedy / Drama / Fantasy ✦
➤ Ancient Egypt AU...
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CHAPTER 01 ──
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The sunlight trespassed the window beside him. Rays hit the side of his face as he sat staring down at the book that occupied his hands. He keeps the book on the table in the front of him, biting his plump lips in denial. The black pen he had in his hand, that was a bit of golden, he moves it to the book scribbling something unknown in it. A lock of his hair falls over his eyes, whilst he grabs the side of his teal green coat pushing it to his abdomen out of habit. He moves his hand up to push his gelled hair back trying to focus on his work.
"What can I bring you, sir?" A feminine tone catches his attention making him look over his side as he gazes at the lady mesmerized by her beauty. His finger clicks the pen's bottom without him glancing once towards it.
His lips curl up in a winsome smile, "Caffè mocha." He answers shortly staring at the lady as he moves his palm under his cheek, "I have another request for you...." His eyes glinting slightly, "Please come back here again when someone else is sitting opposite of me to take another order." He swivels looking at his book as he clicks his pen again in thought. The lady bows walking away having a tray in her hand. Her brown dress with an apron wrapped over it was a little fashionable but not so much.
He didn't care, manspreading a bit in contemplation. Being a real estate agent was one hell of a hard work when the customer wanted something more than he could offer.
"Your order, sir." A cup of caffè mocha is placed in front of him. He doesn't a spare a glance to the woman sipping from the cup. His gaze lingers to the bunch of tissues that were kept in a holder. There was nothing on his table except his mocha and tissue holder.
He moves his gaze back to his work, "Long time no see, Mr. Kim." His work was getting interrupted again and again, although, this time his interruption made him content.
