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five

FIVE

fei quickly adjusted to the bakery and currently occupied herself by ridding the display cases of aged powders, crumbs and other evidence to the existence of food from the previous night.
without fore-notice another pair of hands appeared just beside her, filling the cleaned cases with freshly baked goodies, the steam of freshly made breads fogging up the displays slightly.

turning she quickly recognized the figure beside her as baek inha; the girl who she partially owed for getting this job.

should I speak to her now? is this a good time? maybe I should wait a little longer...

sinking her teeth into the mold of her bottom lip, her eyes couldn't help but be allured by inha, trying to decide if it were safe to talk with her.

it was possibly hard for her to decide, inha had a strong but unspoken presence, the way her eyes were always stern but yet always searching. how her posture never quite slouched. she never was in one station too long, she seemed to busy for small talk.

maybe she's just the quiet type.

dragging a nail against her ear; a mass collection of glowing hot ember tresses brushed against inha's uniform.

or maybe she's more of the serious type.

the ticking of the clock strikes itself into the young girl's mind and she finds herself pivoting towards her senior worker. "thank you for selecting my application."

inha finally seemed to notice her existence, however her nose scrunched up while appearing annoyed. but soon her expression softened and she reached up with her painted finger tips, scratched the tip of her itching nose."don't thank me. you should be thanking yourself."

voice low and sending chill bumps across her forearms, fei rubs them gently; eyes trailing as her senior turns to walk away, hair catching the turfs of air.

feeling the strong pulsing sensation of her heart beating in her chest, fei's lips drop slightly in a newfound state of awe.
"such a mysterious type.."