the artist and the barista

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After my shift ends, I rush home. I change into something presentable, and cardigan and jeans, hopefully this is good enough for the "date" because I refuse to go "fancier".

As I wait for Dahyun, Jihyo calls me.

"Your blind date is tomorrow, I'll pick you up to make sure you don't ditch." Jihyo states as soon as the call connects.

"Ugh, Jihyo, do I really have to go on this date? I'm not in the mood for it," I complain.

Jihyo interjects, "Y/n, you agreed to this. You can't bail now. Besides, it might be good for you to take your mind off things."

I grumble a response, "Fine, I'll go. But I don't need a babysitter, okay?"

"I still don't trust you not to vanish into thin air before the date," Jihyo teases.

As the call ends, I reluctantly prepare for the evening. Dahyun arrives, and we head to the art gallery.

"The artist has been blowing up recently," Dahyun explains as we look at the art, "her name is Son Chaeyoung."

I nod silently.

As the night progresses, Dahyun and I continue to explore the gallery.

Dahyun points to a vibrant abstract painting. "What do you think about this one?"

I squint at the colors and patterns. "It's interesting, but I'm not sure I understand it."

Dahyun laughs. "Art is subjective, you know? Sometimes, you just have to feel it."

We move on to a sculpture. "I heard she's inspired by personal experiences."

I raise an eyebrow. "What kind of experiences?" If I'm being honest I don't even know what I am looking at, the "sculpture" looks like what I assume to be a potato with wings- tf was she thinking.

Dahyun smirks. "That's for us to interpret. It's the beauty of art."

I play along, pretending to examine the masterpiece. "Ah, yes, a profound symbol of existentialism, no doubt."

All of a sudden I feel wet. When I turn around, I see a waiter holding a tray, and my once dry clothes drenched with only what I assume to be champagne.

"Oops," The waiter says before walking away. I think I definitely heard him chuckle as he did.

I look down at my now soaked outfit.

"Here," Dahyun says as she places her hand on my drenched cardigan, "go to the bathroom and try to dry yourself off. We can leave after if you want."

I nod appreciatively and head towards the bathroom. As I enter, I'm greeted by the grandiosity of mirrors and golden fixtures. I begin to pat myself dry with some paper towels, but my attempts are futile in salvaging my cardigan.

Suddenly, a tiny blonde girl in a slightly oversized suit enters, and her eyes widen at the sight of my wet appearance.

"Oh no, what happened?" she asks with genuine concern.

"Someone spilled champagne on me," I chuckle, trying to downplay the embarrassment.

The girl offers me a sympathetic smile. "Well, let me help you."

She hands me some paper towels, and we both start dabbing at my soaked clothes. As we work, she asks, "So, what do you think of the gallery?"

I glance around the fancy bathroom, contemplating the art I've seen. "Honestly, that winged potato sculpture was something else. What's the deal with that?"

The girl freezes, her eyes narrowing. "That's my piece, It's my gallery, I'm Chaeyoung," she declares, her tone firm.

I panic internally. "Oh, uh, I didn't mean to offend. I just didn't quite get the, um, potato with wings concept."

She sighs, slightly annoyed. "It's open to interpretation, you know."

"I guess my interpretation went off on a tangent," I admit sheepishly.

Chaeyoung finishes helping me, and we head out of the bathroom. However, as we exit, I notice her storming away. Realizing I might have upset her, I decide to follow her.

Outside the gallery, it's raining, and I run after her. The raindrops fall around us, and I catch up to her.

"Wait," I pant, "I didn't mean to upset you. I genuinely apologize."

She turns, looking at me with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "You followed me into the rain just to apologize? That's kind of cute."

I blush, caught off guard by her unexpected reaction. "Well, I didn't want to leave things on a bad note."

Chaeyoung chuckles. "Apology accepted. You're cute, you know that?"

I'm left standing in the rain, both confused and intrigued by the unexpected turn of events.

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