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The restaurant Izumi picked was a small one. It had just a few tables in the back and didn't have a lot of variety on their menu. The two 00-liner chose a mixture of various chicken and two jugs of beer.
They sat down in one of the booth and silently waited for their food to arrive. Izumi was awkwardly looking over to Donghyuck. He didn't smile or anything. It seemed like he was deep in thoughts.
Donghyuck didn't know what to talk about. He didn't like Izumi romantically, but everything about this situation right now, seemed like a date to him. "I know this is probably such a turn-off" he started, "but my first date with my ex girlfriend had been in a similar place like this." Izumi looked up from her hands and at the tanned boy next to her.
"It must've been really romantic" Izumi asked and Donghyuck looked up. "Romantic? She was annoyed because the whole restaurant smelled like old oil and everything." Donghyuck chuckled. "She always pretended that our second date was out first." He shook his head. Izumi nodded.
"I wouldn't have minded it, if my first date would be at a place like this. It would make me less nervous, because it's a chill place" she grinned and Donghyuck looked at her. She definitely wasn't his type.
A waiter brought them their jugs of beer and the two of them clinked their glasses together and took a big sip from thee beer. "Krrrr" Izumi closed her eyes and nodded. "This is the life, huh?", she asked and looked at Donghyuck, who nodded. A smile crept onto Izumi's lips as she saw the foam in the corner of Donghyuck's lips. "Wait a sec" she said and leaned forward, wiping the foam with her thumb.
"You looked ridiculous" she wiped her finger on her napkin and smiled at Donghyuck. Donghyuck pressed his lips together and looked at her. A bit of her black hair was covering her face and then, all of a sudden it happened.
His heart leapt forwards. He felt heat rush to his cheeks, as he watched Izumi take another sip from her beer. The scene in front of him moved in slow motion. The way she tilted her neck back to gulp down from the beer. The way she let out a sound of excitement when she set the glass on the table; her rosy cheeks, the way her brown eyes sparkled, everything was ... beautiful.
Park-Miya Izumi was beautiful. In her own kind of way. He knew her for a few months now. He had spent everyday with her, getting to know her little by little. And for some odd reasons he could remember little details about Izumi.
Like how she put on her left shoe before her right one. How she scrunched up her nose, when she smiled. Or how her mouth moved when she spoke. The way her eyes disappeared when she grinned or how she oinked like a pig, when she was having a laughing fit.
How she was opening her arms to allow more air into her lungs when singing. How soft her hands felt, when she was holding his. Her scent, the way she walked, the way she jumped on her skateboard.
