namjoon picked out random flowers he didn't know the name of, he didn't mind asking them, he too busy panicking. niwa being the observant she is, decided to help him out and wrote on the card herself. after writing in the card, she tucked it between the flowers where you can quickly notice it.
"here you go, sir." she smiled, satisfied with her work. namjoon payed her and left quickly after mumbling a short thank you.
on the other side, namjoon was 43 minutes late.
"sorim-ah!" he shouted. the latter was greeted by a pissed sorim. she was pouting.
"hey. i thought you stood me up." she said, still pouting.
namjoon felt like he was going to explode on how cute the small female was. he wanted to squish her and keep her in his pocket.
"i'm sorry." he did, acting cute, in order to earn her forgiveness.
"oh this is for you." he grinned, showing his famous dimples.
"oh, uhhm.. " she examined the flowers, "i'm allergic to these..."
"oh, i didn't know..."
"but the card is really clever though. so i don't mind." she grinned.
card? i don't remember writing a card. "oh, that's a relief."
"shall we order?"
throughout the entire evening, namjoon discovered so many things about sorim. and he also discovered how different they were.
she's allergic to seafood. namjoon? he ordered shrimp pasta (sorim said it when he offered her some). she is not fond with rap and hiphop in general. meanwhile, he loves hiphop. the petite female is the type of one who likes her stuff organized, who is careful with her moves, and the one who can't break a plate. the male infront of him? complete opposite.
uhmmm... opposites attracts?
he convince his self.
for the past thirty seven minutes, the pretty lady infront of him blabbered nothing but bags, peircings and spray tan.
there goes his first date.
