No one POV
Sena woke up early to make breakfast. She wasn't feeling lazy as she was yesterday. She decided to make breakfast as a thank you gift for Kevin.
Kevin woke up an hour later. He was busy working until midnight but he was still able to wake up early. Kevin yawned as he walked down.
He heard come noises and opened his eyes fully. Sena was cooking.
"Sena." Kevin said.
"Good morning, Kevin oppa." Sena said in English.
"Yeah. Good morning." Kevin said back.
"Did you finish working?" Sena asked.
"Mm. I finished most of it." Kevin replied.
"What are we doing today?" Sena asked
"Today is a free day. You go back home tomorrow." Kevin said.
Sena nodded and stayed quite. Kevin looked at her.
"Sena, do you want to go back?" Kevin asked.
"I do but..." Sena said.
"Then, shall I go back too?" Kevin questioned.
"Really? Would you do that for me?" Sena questioned rushing over to Kevin's side.
Kevin looked over to the stove. He started to scold Sena for leaving the stove unattended.
The GOT7 boys walked down to see the scene and laughed. Then they got a scolding from Kevin for sleeping late. Sena rushed back over to the kitchen.
"Let's eat!" Sena yelled.
They headed to the table to eat. Sena set the table with the food she made and then sat down herself.
"Today, let's go shopping." Sena said.
"Shopping? Why?" Yugyeom questioned.
"Art supplies. I'm running low and America is different." Sena said.
"Sena, you should open up a gallery." Mark said. "You're a really good artist."
"Mark hyung is right. You can also sell some of your artwork for money." Jinyoung said.
"I'll think about it." Sena said.
"Sena, there's no need to think. Just do it." Jackson said.
Sena continued to eat. GOT7 and Kevin stared at Sena. They were all worried.
"Sena, can we talk?" Mark asked. "Privately?"
Sena nodded and the two walked away from the table. They headed to the backyard which was spacious.
The two sat down on the bench in the shade of a large tree.
"What did you want to talk about?" Sena asked.
"Are you sad?" Mark asked.
"Jackson will understand even if you talk in English." Sena said.
"The others won't. Plus Jackson won't tell anyone and he's not someone who will easedrop." Mark said.
"You're right." Sena said.
"When you didn't respond, was it because Hyungsik brought it up before too?" Mark asked.
"I can't escape from your eyes." Sena said. "Hyungsik brought it up once before. It was a few weeks ago too. Before we broke up."
"Sena, there's still Siwan." Mark said.
"Siwan... We'll have to see if destiny is on my side." Sena said.
"Is it because of Hara noona?" Mark asked.
Sena nodded and she looked up to the sky. The sky was clear with only a few clouds in sight.
"Let's go in. Everyone is probably worried about me." Sena said. "Also, don't tell anyone about this. It'll be a pain to explain and I really don't want to."
Mark nodded and the two got up. They headed inside.
"Yah, let's go." Kevin said.
"Where?" Sena asked.
"Shopping." Kevin answered.
Sena nodded and they all headed out. Sena got in the back while JB was forced in the front. The car started and they headed off.
"Where are we going?" Bambam asked.
"An art shop." Kevin answered.
"There's one here?" Jinyoung questioned.
"Yeah. I found it recently. I've been going there for a while. There's also a shopping mall near there so you boys can head there." Kevin said.
After a thirty minute drive, Kevin parked at the art shop. It was ruffly small but it looked decent.
"You guys, go away. I want to be alone." Sena said.
They nodded and headed towards the mall. Kevin didn't leave though.
"Call me when you're done." Kevin said.
"I know so go on ahead." Sena said.
Kevin left Sena and Sena headed inside the shop. It was like a whole other world. Paintings hung everywhere. Sketches, spray paint, drawings.
"Welcome." An old man said.
"Did you make these yourself?" Sena asked.
"Back in my younger days." The old man answered. "Are you also an artist?"
"I'm a fashion designer. I draw as a hobby." Sena said.
"Do you mind if I can see your sketches?" The old man asked.
Sena nodded and she grabbed out her sketchbook. The old man sat down in a chair. Sena passed over her book to the old man.
He looked over the sketches. Sena continues to look around. The old man looked up to Sena.
"What's your name?" The old man asked.
"Me? I'm Sena. Kim Sena." Sena replied.
