𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 ᵐʸᵍ

Chapter 4

Narrator's POV

The evening sun was casting long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of sunset had now scattered across the sky, until they gave the landscape a dark blue hue.

Meanwhile, JiHoon's coffee shop was neither overcrowded nor empty. It was somewhere in between.

There were those who were reading a book and drinking a milkshake, or those who had come for company and were chatting with a friend.

You, however, unlike these people, have yet to make a friend.

You are finally standing in front of his table, but he doesn't seem to notice your presence.

'Should I greet him first or sit down directly?" you think to yourself.

You are not an extroverted person, or at least you prefer to keep to yourself immersed in your own tranquility.

However, if someone was trying to befriend you, one thing is for sure: you never know how to react.

You meanwhile watch him as he seems too focused on writing something in his little notebook while listening to music through his headphones, moving his head slightly from time to time, following the rhythm.

He is well aware, though, that you are standing there in front of him, waiting to be noticed.

Declaring that it's just a waste of time and best left alone, you turn and make to head for the exit, however, suddenly you hear a voice behind you that is quite familiar.

"I thought I told you that you didn't have to, yet here you are waiting for me to acknowledge your presence."

You slowly turn around again and look at him with a confused and slightly surprised expression while he still has his gaze glued to the little notebook in which he is writing.

You stand there watching him not knowing what to say.

He is the one who knows what to do and say, though, even in the way he speaks. In fact he always seems to show it.

Unlike you, he always knows what to do.
Especially when it comes to you.

"I bet you're just shy, aren't you?" He asks this time looking up and looking at me with his catlike eyes.

I stand there and stare at him nodding slightly, and finally decide to speak.

"Is the request from before still valid?" I ask him in a subtle, quiet voice, almost masking my tension.

At my question he blinks several times and scrutinizes me, as if trying to figure out whether you're serious or not.

Immediately afterwards he detaches his gaze from yours and looks down, trying to hide the big smile that had formed on his face.

With such a smile, not even a silly mask could have covered it.

He felt excited and happy at the same time at how you were approaching him without resistance.

'Finally,' he thinks to himself.

He looks up again before he has put on his neutral expression again, and meets your face again.

He immediately notices how uncomfortable you feel standing there.

"Please don't stand there," he says.

He shifts his gaze to the chair in front of him, on the other side of the coffee table, and points to it by extending his arm.

"Sit down, though," he pauses, turning back to you.