It's not every day that Luciel Choi falls into such a destructive state of depression, then drowns his sorrows in alcohol. But when he does, he meets the stunning, bold and fearless Kiira Eleazar, an aerospace engineer with no agenda except the danc...
After she finally left, Luciel begun to look up on Kiira Eleazar. It wasn't difficult to find her. She was an employee of SkyKO, just as she had told him. For a while, he sat quietly. He spent a long time debating on whether he should search for any further information on her. A part of him was telling him to let it go, to just take her help at face value. But he knew that he needed to know what her angle was. So he ran a search query. One that spanned the whole world. He needed to know more about her, if not for his curiosity, then at least for the sake of the RFA.
And MC.
When MC opened the door of Rika's apartment, ready to leave for the store, she nearly tripped on the purple box on the floor. "Huh? What's this?" she asked, peering at it carefully. Her long, brown hair fell over her shoulder as she reached down to pick it up. Grasping it lightly, she lifted it, then saw a little card on the end of it. "Oh, a present? From who?" she pondered, heading back in to see what was going on with it.
She set the box down carefully, then took off the cover. Inside was a beautiful lilac tea dress. It was simple and elegant, with a beautiful floral pattern on it. There was a crème scarf too, and a pair of simple, low heels. MC gasped, taken aback by the beautiful thing. There, beside the shoes, was a pink note. Slightly hesitant, she turned it around to see writing in black ink.
Hello MC. I hope you're doing well.
I know it's strange and sudden to send you this, but I couldn't help but remember you when I saw this dress. I couldn't resist the urge to buy it, even though I'd been going back and forth with it for the longest time. I really don't want you to feel burdened by this. It isn't meant to make you feel bad or terrible. I just wanted to show it to you. You don't have to wear it either, it's just that I bought it and I didn't know what to do with it, other than to send it to you. I don't know if you like floral prints, or heels, but it's alright if you don't. I just wanted you to see it.
I do, however, hope that you like it, even if it's just a little bit.
707.
MC stared at the note, her heart having come to a screeching halt. She was breathless, looking at the smooth, silky texture of the dress. The print was beautiful, and she could never lie and say that she didn't like the dress. "I couldn't help but remember you when I saw this dress." So he was still thinking of her? She pressed the note to her chest, eyes wide as she gave a tiny smile. This was just like him. Dancing around the point, trying to make her feel comfortable. It reminded her of the group chat, before he turned cold. He could be sweet and loving. She could almost hear him from the note, trying to convince her that he just sent it for fun. MC shut her eyes, feeling her heart grow warm and fluffy, just like it did back in the beginning.
"Update."
"On what?" Luciel was at his desk, trying and failing to work. Kiira was sitting beside him, her legs and arms crossed. She had a mean look on her face, as she demanded to know what happened after he sent the dress. He had danced around the note, thinking of what to say, and she had refused to help him in constructing it. "It has to be from you, otherwise I'd be the one you battle for her heart. My sweet-talking would kick your ass though." So he had struggled to compose something for MC. Kiira had, however, edited it and shortened it so that it would elicit the right sort of feelings. He had had to admit that she had a talent for this stuff.
"On your ridiculously complicated love life with MC."
Luciel sighed, deciding to give up on getting any decent work done with her here. He dropped his hands off the keyboard, turning on his swivel chair to face her. He didn't want to tell her for some reason. He didn't know why. He just had strange averse feelings towards her. That's why he'd been hesitating for so long.
"Come now, don't be shy!" she urged. He looked at her piercing hazel eyes, then sighed, giving up.
"I sent it, and after that...she was talking to me a little more on the group chat. Just a little more. Not like before, where we'd joke and play around, but she's making an effort to talk to me." he confessed, feeling like he was reporting to Vanderwood or something along those lines. Luciel fixed his eyes to the wheel of his swivel chair, not knowing what else to say. Was the news good or bad to her? He didn't know.
"Good. It's as much as I expected. But we can't play that card again." She calmly said. Luciel's head wrenched up to see her eyes narrowed as she looked off to her right. "That card?"
"Yes. You can never buy her a dress, shoes or scarf again. I'd say to stay away from necklaces too."
"Why?" it confused him. Didn't women love those sort of things?
"If your relationship is surface, then those materialistic stuff will suffice. But a woman craves for so much more than that. Anyone can buy her a pretty dress and shoes. But not everyone can make her feel like she's special. She isn't a doll. She's a person, and a person demands emotional satisfaction as well as aesthetical or physical."
Oh.
Luciel stared at her, shocked at her analysis of the situation. He watched her thoughtful face, wondering where that knowledge could have come from, when a cold gust of wind in his head cleared his mind. He already sort-of knew. He had, after all, searched everything he could find about her. And boy, had he found a lot.
"Anyway, just keep existing the way you are. I'll have to think about the next move, but it won't take too long."
"Kiira?"
"Yes?" she had already begun to stand up, ready to leave. Luciel was silent, wondering why this question was bothering him so much. It wasn't a question he would ever ask, but because it was her, he felt like it was all right. Or at least, less wrong than if he asked another person.
"Aren't you... bothered?" it felt very uncomfortable asking her this. If anyone was bothered, it was him.
"Bothered by what?" her head tilted, her waving hair falling slightly off her face.
"Aren't you bothered... talking to the man who... you... you... uh.... had a one-night stand... with...?"
He couldn't believe he just asked her that. His face was already turning red and hot from his question. He should play it off and let her leave. He was about to do just that, ready to open his mouth wide and say something stupid, when she huffed.
"No, I can't say I'm terribly bothered by it. It happened, and there is literally nothing that I, as a normal human being can do. I wish there was, but there isn't. it's now just a part of my past. So I'll focus on my not too bright future." Kiira shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as she took her bag and waved him goodbye.
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