BENEATH THE SURFACE [ASAHI x JIYEON)

PROLOUGE

The sweet chime of a bell by the door giving a meaning of a person entering the diner, a woman to be exact. Holding her helmet by one hand and the doorknob with other, her unsure presence showing how she's doubting why a very peaceful and fully furnished diner is doing in a middle of nowhere. A guitar starts playing, caught her ears and went searching for it, a musician singing 'Rewrite the Stars', tugging the guitar as he flows through the melody.

How soft and comforting his voice is.

Now there's only the 2 of them in a room filled with music and sunset light shining by the large window bursting an orange atmosphere between them, as if they were meant to be in that room together like how their souls are destined to finally meet. It was perfect, not too much but not so less. Just Perfect.

"May I take your order, Miss?" The musician asked.

"Any of your finest ones and just water with it." The woman was stunned by his question at first, thinking maybe the musician was the waiter, or maybe rather the owner of this fine diner.

"Pick any table you like, I'll be right back in a few minutes." The woman nodded, sitting to the nearest seat she could find as she admires the quiet diner. How lovely. She thought to herself.

Paintings, instruments, and a mini stage in front of her, like a classic 90's Northern Loft Style. Admiring through her daydream of such beauty in one place, a lingering presence was also there, but he couldn't make such dazzling eyes wandering through his workplace stop.

"Here's our finest Grilled Cheese with Tater Tots and a Free Vanilla Milkshake for my first customer of the day." The man said and heads to clean his vinyls not so far away from the woman. Couldn't help but notice, as she eats, that this man's hand has some bruises and burns from making such a Classic American '90s style diner fare grilled cheese.

His blonde hair with his soft and gentle appearance highlighting his large expressive eyes and soft, delicate features. Wearing this brown thick turtleneck sweater with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and a black apron wrapping around his skinny jeans.

Her brown hair with her pale appearance, plumped lips and high nose bridge. Like how other biker would wear, a white sleeveless shirt topped off with a leather jacket and matched another high waisted leather pants. Taking her first bite off the food the musician served.

Don't you think this room screamed how much less possibility that the world gives to finally make them meet?

The woman munches happily, as the man finally gathered up the courage to talk to her.

"May I know if it is to your liking?" The man was puzzled when the woman chuckled softly, she points out the seat across her indicating for him to sit down. The man did not hesitate and obliged her request.

"Is it okay to talk to you informally?" The musician went quiet at first, but nodded in the end. "I like everything, even the milkshake it definitely tastes so great."

Their soft chuckles echoed in the quiet room.

"Thank you." The man timidly says, the woman couldn't help but smile at how cute and timid this man is.

"Do you own this by yourself?"

"Well... Yeah, aside from wanting to sing and play instruments for my customers, I do love cooking myself." The little things, men couldn't compare to such delicate tiny dreams as this man is.

"You're all on your own here? You don't seem to have any servers, cook, or caterers here. This business could go boom, you know." Taking a sip of the sweet vanilla milkshake.

"Working in a middle of nowhere has its own pros and cons, I guess." Scratching the back of his neck, trying to loosen up to the straightforward woman he barely knew. "How about you? What brought you here in a middle of nowhere?"

"Oh, I do motorcycle riding, just explore and do adventure before I take my life seriously when I turn 20." The eyes of this beauty trailed off, as thoughts dominated in her mind. The Past. The Present. The Future. Or even the years after that Future. It's scary, petrifying honestly.

"Well, is there anything else that you want? I could bring another order or even a take away for the road." She smiled, shaking her head no.

"It's fine, I really should be going too." They stood up as the woman prepares to leave and pay up for the food but the man stops her.

"It was a great talk, come by again next time."

"Then you'll let me pay by then?"

The musician chuckles. "Of course."

"I owe you one then." She turns her back and takes her helmet. The man grabbed her wrist before she starts walking away. "Yes?"

He didn't know why but her voice made him feel the adrenaline rush in his heart. "Myles. Myles Hamada."

"Sarah Lee. Goodbye, Myles." The lady smiled one last time at him before leaving. Oh, how their hearts starts beating so fast but in the same pace. They know. He was different. She was different.

Maybe they can't see what's beneath the surface yet.