Seamlessly (Chaennie)

Chapter 2

"Lisa, listen." Rosie's sigh of exasperation filled the crisp evening air, and it was music to Jennie's ears.

Well, perhaps not the self-deprecating tone of the conversation, but Rosie's low, even voice was just...something else.

Jennie Kim was not an eavesdropper.
Okay, so maybe she liked to listen in on the drama her friends would dish every now and then, but a fully-fledged eavesdropper? Certainly not.

Jennie just happened to be airing and drying out some paintings on her balcony.

At the same time Rosie was out on hers, bothering Lisa on the phone.

It was all just a coincidence.

It especially wasn't because Jennie had gotten frustrated after knocking on Rosie's door several billion times without a response. That definitely wasn't it.

"Lisa, I'm not giving up." Rosie sighed. Jennie quietly took in her beautiful figure, leaned over the railing, phone in hand as she gazed off into the distant horizon. "It's just...It's going to become difficult to make ends meet. I mean, pretty soon...I think I'll have to move."

Jennie felt her heart drop. Move?

Okay, now she was eavesdropping.

"No,Lisa...I don't need your handouts. You've invested enough in this company." Rosie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Jennie bit her lip when one of her paintings began sliding over.

Her cover was blown.

She caught it, but not before it hit the balcony railing with a loud ding, causing Rosie to whip around in surprise.

Jennie's cheeks burned as Rosie's emerald gaze found her own in surprise.

"Lisa? Can I call you back?" Rosie asked gently, an amused smile on her full lips. She hung up after that, coming over to the far end of her balcony, so that she was right beside Jennie.

"I have never found 'dork' to be a more fitting title for you." Rosie mused, folding her arms over the railing as she watched Jennie salvage the painting sheepishly.

"Sorry for uh...ruining your call." Jennie mumbled, glancing at the now very ruined rose she'd painted out of sheer boredom while Rosie hadn't answered her door.

"Sorry for ruining your painting." Rosie responded wryly. She knew she had a little hand in that.

Jennie rolled her eyes. "We both know it was my amazing hand eye coordination. Well great, guess I have to make a trip to the dumpster."

Rosie smirked. "Couldn't you just...stack it, like you do with all the other trash in your apartment?"

Jennie stuck out her tongue childishly. "I'll have you know, I cleaned it out this morning."

"And you haven't invited me over?" Rosie teased in a faux hurt manner. "I'd love to see your...new place."

Jennie bit her lip. "Well...actually...I've been trying to get a hold of you like...All day."
Rosie glanced up in surprise, her lips forming a gentle frown. "Really?"

Jennie nodded awkwardly. "Yeah...I uh...called, but I think you're busy with work stuff."
"Did you knock?" Rosie asked in surprise. Jennie usually just walked in with leftover pizza whenever she wanted to hang out.

Jennie watched the way the breeze gently tossed strands of Rosie's blond hair behind her. She was glorious in the early evening glow. She wanted nothing more than to freeze that moment in time and capture her essence with the paints she had.
She could never truly capture Rosie's essence, but she always wanted to try.