Nascent

Chapter Twelve

In the quiet stillness of an early March morning, you found yourself wrapped in the warmth of your bed sheets, the sunlight gently filtering through the curtains. The world outside was slowly waking up, and you were savouring the luxury of a weekend morning, free from the usual hustle and bustle.

As you lay there, lost in the cozy embrace of your thoughts, your phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the peaceful silence. With a yawn you reached for it, squinting at the bright screen to see the caller ID with the name "Minnie" flashed across.

You answered the call, your voice still laced with the remnants of sleep. "Hello?"

"Oh, wow. I didn't think you'd be awake at this hour on a weekend," Jimin's voice greeted you with a hint of amusement.

"Good morning to you too, Jimin," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"How's my favourite neighbour doing?" Jimin continued, his tone light but with an underlying anticipation.

You sighed playfully. "Jimin, get to the point. What is it?"

There was a short pause on the other end before he spoke again. "Wanna meet me at the lobby in an hour?"

Your curiosity piqued, you furrowed your brow. "Why?"

"I have a favour to ask," Jimin replied, his voice sounding a tad too innocent for someone about to make a request.

Before you could probe further or demand details, he cut in, "Okay, Y/N. I'll see you down there in a bit." The line went silent as he hung up, leaving you with a sense of anticipation and a touch of amusement at his mysterious request.

As you stepped into the lobby, Jimin's eyes flickered with approval as he took in your stylish ensemble. The cream wrap silk blouse draped elegantly over your figure, and the low heels added a touch of sophistication. The sleek bun and your favourite sunglasses exuded an air of effortless chic, while the dangling silver earrings and the silver ring complemented the overall look.

Jimin, clad in all black, raised an eyebrow playfully. "Are you going to accuse me of copying your style again?" he teased.

You rolled your eyes in mock exasperation. "No, but I'm just shocked at the lack of colour when we're literally in the season of colours. C'était le temps des fleurs, you know." you said with a mischievous grin.

Jimin furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled. "What?"

"Forget it. Let's get to the point. Why did you call me down here?" you asked, a playful smirk lingering on your lips.

Jimin's expression shifted, and he grinned. "Did you have breakfast yet?"

You shook your head. "Nope."

"Perfect. Let's go to a cafe then for brunch," Jimin suggested, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Sounds good to me," you agreed, curious about the hidden agenda behind this seemingly impromptu brunch invitation.

The two of you walked out of the building and strolled through the crisp morning air. Jimin led the way to a quaint café, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle hum of conversation filled the air. The cafe was adorned with wooden Windsor chairs tucked in rectangular and round tables. White tablecloths topped the tables while baskets of freshly baked bread and vases filled with newly picked flowers sat on the tablecloth. A series of soft glowing fairy lights adorned the walls.

Seated at a small, rustic table, you perused the menu trying to decide on your order. Jimin grinned as he scanned the menu. "What would you like, Y/N?" he inquired.