Notebook || hyewon

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Two girls had walked side by side down a busy alleyway located near the school.

The alley was filled with all sorts of shops and restaurants, making it a popular place for students to have a short break after classes.

It was Friday, meaning that the streets would be flocked with people. Chaewon stuck closely to Olivia's side, afraid she might get lost in the crowd.

Olivia gave the shorter blonde a small smile, and reached for her hand. A warm blush spread across the latter's cheeks, surprised by the sudden action.

Sure, the weather had been a bit cold that afternoon, but damn, Chaewon had never felt warmer till now.

The pair slowed to a halt in front of a small cafè. A few gardenias sat in pots surrounding the petite building, and the familiar smell brought a small smile to Chaewon's face.

She lightly tugged at Olivia's sleeve, motioning for them to go inside.

The two stepped inside, immediately greeted by the warm aroma of cakes and coffee.

They walked over to the empty table situated beside a large window overlooking the busy streets outside.

A platinum blonde haired barista had came over to the table, a small grin on her face and a notebook resting in her hands.

"Jungeun unnie!" Chaewon greeted the girl with glee. Having always been in this cafè, the strawberry blonde had grown closer to the few baristas working here.

Jungeun had smiled back, writing something down on her notebook, "The usual, I'm assuming?"

The younger nodded in response. She always orders the same thing everytime--a plate of croissants and strawberry flavored frappe. (Heck, her week would never be complete without it.)

Jungeun turned to Olivia, who had been quiet the whole time.

"And you?" Jungeun questioned the girl.

"A small cup of capuccino," The ravenette stated, "And a slice of chocolate cake, perhaps."

The dafodil haired barista nodded, writing the orders down on her notebook, then proceeding to walk back to the counter.

Chaewon turned to look at the dark haired student sitting across her.

"So..." Chaewon muttered awkwardly, "Should I call you Olivia or Hyejoo?"

The girl had smiled softly at her, and the blonde felt like melting.

"Olivia is fine," She reassured her, "It'd be more unique if you were the only one to call me that."

Chaewon's cheeks were painted a dark shade of red, and she opened her mouth, struggling to make a proper sentence.

"Well, uh," The latter had mumbled--she felt like her heart was gonna skyrocket out her chest, "Thanks for the notebook, by the way. How did you know pink was my favorite color?"

Olivia giggled, "Practically all your stuff were pink, how could anyone not have known?"

"And..." The girl continued, her gaze landing on her lap, "I'm sorry I declined your offers of meeting up--I was just too shy."

Chaewon shook her head at this, "No, it's totally fine, I understand."

The two had just sat there in comfortable silence, staring at each other.

"You're so pretty," Chaewon mumbled, her head resting on her palm.

The latter then quickly sat back up, her eyes growing large as her brain registered what she just said. She clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to come up with an excuse.