Lisa doesn't know what to feel.
A little of everything; a concoction of anger, embarrassment and amazingly, albeit strangely, excitement all mixed together. Her skin is tingling and her insides are churning and twisting and she's been clenching and unclenching her fingers for quite some time now.
In the entire journey to the fucking five-stars restaurant, located at the top floor of the best hotel in CBD area, Jennie has been silent throughout the ride as the pair of devils drag them in Mister Jeon's sleek, black Bentley even though she's sure the venue is within a walking distance. But of course, aristocrats live their lives differently from normal citizens such as herself or Jennie—they don't have to commute on a stuffy, overcrowded train or experience real-people problems such as not being able to obtain a desire at any given time because the term 'you can't get everything you want,' does not fucking apply to them.
Okay, so technically she and Jennie—they both don't have to commute through public transportation either, since they do own cars too, but Lisa's not one to blame because she's a little bitter and she's been drinking her fourth glass of wine. While the blonde is nothing close to a lightweight, the only thing she had for breakfast is a cup of coffee after all—drinking on an empty stomach is not a clever idea but Lisa needs alcohol to deal with Mister Tall-dark-and-Handsome-Jeon. Besides, it's not like she's doing it alone; Jennie is taking huge gulps of whiskey Mister Kim bought earlier, which was probably an additional factor that contributed the ridiculous impression Lisa had of them because... Who does that? Who purchases a bottle of expensive whiskey for lunch? Mister Kim Taehyung, apparently.
The outdoor restaurant is nice and it has pretty gold and red accents, an amazing view of the Han River and other buildings and towers from the rooftop. The weather is perfect—not too cold that she's freezing her ass off but not too warm that it's uncomfortable either. The waitresses and waiters are in classic, penguin tuxedoes and they're scarily polite and eager to serve but that's what one would expect when they go for fine dining. The lack of surprise on Jennie's features tells her she's been here before, but Lisa is in complete awe and slightly overwhelmed, her eyes are taking in the marvelous view and all the small, little details.
Well, anything to avoid looking at Mister Jeon who is currently less than a meter away.
And probably staring at her while he's on the phone about who knows what.
Her emotions fluctuated a whole lot; her train of thought first went from 'Oh my god, I'm having lunch with one of the most reclusive men in this country,' to 'Oh my god, I'm having lunch with one of the richest men in this fucking planet,' and lastly to 'Oh my fucking god, I'm having lunch with a man who can probably destroy my whole entire life if I make a wrong move.' The first glass of wine wasn't enough to settle down her nerves, but she has to drink moderately in front of her... Client? Regular? (she doesn't know where he stands in her life now, but it's not something she should be concerned about) Whatever Mister Jeon is, Lisa knows she shouldn't be drinking like a complete savage with little class.
Keeping up appearances is important.
Unfortunately Jennie-fucking-Kim didn't get the memo, however Lisa will pick up her slack since her best friend decides to tap out and become a fucking mute all of a sudden. Lisa knows Jennie can't take the entire blame for it—she had choked up a couple of times in front of Mister Jeon too...
The brunette casts a quick glance at Mister-everything-deadly and immediately regrets it. She looks away when he smiles at her—slick, knowing, and mischievous—she swallows hard when there's a dangerous glint beneath his onyx eyes.
