"Are you in line?"
You stiffly turn and stare at the girl who was pointing at the spot in line that was squarely right next to you. You had only momentarily stepped out of line to see what was for lunch today. You nodded, and the girl rolls her eyes before stepping back in her place.
You turn back to study the beef cutlets that looked pretty dry. You didn't even want to look at the anchovies. The miso soup looked nice though...but from behind, something distracts you from your lunch choice.
"What's up with the sour expression?"
"Ms. Ice Princess was being herself again," the girl from earlier scoffed. "No wonder she has no friends."
You try to ignore her friends laughter as you took a tray and slid it along the line to get the food you wanted and leave. You hurriedly escape the lunch room, holding tightly to the metal tray and sneak up the stairs, taking one by one before you reach the door. You push the door to the roof open with your body and sigh, feeling like you could finally breathe.
The sky look particularly nice today.
You set your plate down on the table perched against the shack on the roof and dragged the chair from the other side that the janitor used to sit on every now and often. You take a deep breath, leaning your head back against the wall of the shack as you closed your eyes.
It's not that you didn't like people. It's just...your cold personality gave people the wrong vibe and it often resulted in people getting insulted without you meaning to. Having no friends was pretty rough sometimes.
"Oh, is this where you eat your lunch?"
Your eyes go wide open and you sit up straight at the voice. A tall raven hair boy stood at the door, hands in his pocket at his scanned the area before looking back at you.
"Um, I – " You fumble with your fingers, unsure of what to say.
"Sorry, am I bothering you? I know some people like being alone." He gives you a small smile and you gawk at him as he strolls over, still looking around the sky. "This is a nice place. Nice scenery. I should have thought of it. How'd you think of it?"
"It's not too hard when no one really invites you to their table," you reply, letting out a small laugh.
He doesn't reply and sits down on the chair on the opposite side of the table. "I'm Wonwoo, by the way. I don't think we've met?"
"No, I don't think so," you begin swinging your legs.
"So you said no one invites you to their table? That's odd. You seem really nice." Wonwoo leans over the table and picks a green pea off your plate before popping it in his mouth.
You watch him, shrugging. "They don't think I'm very friendly. I don't know; maybe it's my aura. I get it though, I guess. Everyone has their own group of friends; no one wants someone else to invade."
He chews thoughtfully. "That's not really fair. They don't even know you if they think you're cold."
"You don't know me," you point out and Wonwoo laughs, nodding.
"Okay, point taken but I'd like to." He smiles, waiting for your reply. "We could eat lunch together every day and you can even join me and my friends sometimes too."
You hesitantly pick up your fork and poke at the rice. Wonwoo, for starters, was incredibly cute. You saw him every now and then and he was always beaming, laughing and clapping to whatever his friends were saying. Wonwoo, in general, was a good friend and if anything you had hoped, maybe even more. (But that was getting too ahead of yourself).
"Sure, I'd like that."
