𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 ──── ❝ your eyes hold everything my soul thirsts for ❞
when a flourishing writer jennie lands up in her old family house in the countryside after quitting the only publishing company she knows. she accidentally get...
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Once the soaring of the car engine dies down, Jennie quickly folds the map she had messily sprawled on the shotgun and shoves it into her purse. She pulls out the car keys and steps outside, the hot wind tackling her hair again though it's not as vigorous as before, since she is in the market square now.
The thought of earlier events immediately makes her frown, because after whatever weird comment that man on the bicycle made, he simply just paddled away. Lisa had said countryside people were nice, but he seemed to be an exception to that.
She shakes her head, it's useless to dwell on this matter. Instead, she holds up her head to scan a few shops in her surroundings before settling on a light brown colored board at some distance.
Rome Coffee Shop
"There it is," she mutters to no one in particular and walks towards it, nerves climbing up to her mind at the thought of the social interaction she would have to face now. She wipes her clammy palms on her jeans one last time, clasps the strap of her purse tightly and opens the entrance door.
The bell chimes once she enters inside and the aroma of coffee instantly hits her along with a light strum of guitar coming from somewhere within. On the counter is a young boy, with jet black hair falling over his wide eyes. He snaps shut the comic he was reading and scrambles up in a hasty welcome.
"Hello! How can I help you?" he still has his school uniform on and Jennie sees the name on his badge, Choi Yeonjun.
"Is Kim Jisoo here?" Jennie asks, swallowing the lump in her throat at the doubt that she might be at the wrong place. It will be so embarrassing if it turns out she is like blocks away into a different coffee shop than she was supposed to be, still, she tries to be clear when Yeonjun looks confused. "She is the owner of this shop."
"Oh!" his face lights up, "you mean Mrs. Jung? Yeah she is on the other side."
Jennie doesn't let her confusion show and turns around to where the boy is pointing. Behind her is a half-built shelf full of music records, a few books and potted plants. Most of them are prettily decorated over the shelf, with snowdrop flowers taking the major space.
Jennie glances at the books neatly decorated in the upper section of the shelf and a familiar cerulean-colored book with golden title on its spine catches her eyes. Despite trying to stay neutral, a small grin tugs on her lips. And just around the shelf is the sitting area where Yeonjun is pointing.
Jennie mutters a small thanks and rounds the shelf to see a man sitting on a small wooden stage in the corner, with the rest of the area filled with seats. The man has his hair brushed up, a guitar in his hands as he focuses on the music notes on the stand in front of him and hums an unknown melody.
And then all of a sudden there is a face popping into her space with an all too wide grin. The woman has dark hair reaching down in slight waves, and features so symmetrical and defined that she looks nothing less than an actress.
