Illegal || TWICE

Late Instincts

To say that this day had been horrible would be an understatement. Besides being woken up at three in the morning to the sounds of her neighbors getting more, shall we say, acquainted, with each other? As the day went on, Nayeon had also managed to spill her coffee onto a complete stranger and completely wreak her final project. She seriously considered fucking the consequences and turning back time but as her previous endeavors had shone, it would be useless. Some things were just set in stone, she guessed.

So that brings us to now. The sun had set, it had just finished raining, and Nayeon was in the middle of saying goodbye to the remains of her project, which now resided in their new home: the trashcan.

"Well, it wasn't your best work anyway, at least now, you can make something better?" Nayeon said to herself, as she turned away from the trashcan.

"Yeah, you definitely could've done better," A voice said from behind her. Nayeon froze as her heart started to beat faster and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Great job instincts, you showed up a second too late. Nayeon thought with a bitter smile. She turned around and sighed. Standing under one of the streetlamps was a figure clad in a dark coat with a ball cap that hid their face. If Nayeon was being honest, she thought the entire "mysterious detective/spy" look was a little too much, but she was a bit busy trying to calm her nerves.

"Hello again," they said, amusement sprinkled throughout their tone. Nayeon bit her lip and shoved her hands deeper into her hoodie pocket.

"Again? I'm sorry, do I know you?" Nayeon asked as the feeling in her gut got worse. The figure laughed, throwing their head back slightly and a thin strip of light shone on a tan neck.

"Well, not personally. But the little run-in we had at the coffee shop means that we've at least seen each other before,"  the person, who Nayeon decided was a girl because their voice was too high to be a guy, said. Nayeon swore she saw a flash of white teeth around the stranger's mouth, but it was too dark and Nayeon was too baffled too really pay attention to anything.

"Run-in at the- OH MY GODS! You're the one I spilled coffee on! Oh, I'm so sorry! I never got to apologize!" Nayeon said, bowing at least three times before she was cut off by yet another round of laughter.

"Believe me when I say it's fine, cause it is. But, that is not why I wanted to talk to you," she said, stepping forward. Nayeon moved away slightly, alarm bells and warnings going off in her head.

"Y-you wanted too t-talk to me?" Nayeon said and mentally cursed herself for stuttering.

"Geez, you act like I'm going to murder you or something." the lady said, and Nayeon could practically feel the eye roll. 

"I want to talk to you," the lady said and in three big steps, she was right in front of Nayeon, "But not here. How do you feel about Panda?"

"Panda?" Nayeon questioned, mentally preparing herself to freeze time and get the hell outta there.

"Panda Express? Don't tell me you've never heard Panda Express!" the stranger exclaimed, sounding very offended.

"I've heard of Panda Express! Alright, I'll go with you," Nayeon said, leaning slightly back but still meeting the stranger's eyes. So I was right, she is a girl. "But on one condition," Nayeon said, and the stranger raised a brow.

"Okay," she said, and Nayeon inwardly fist pumped, because she could tell that the lady was a tad bit nervous.

"You never told me your name. How am I supposed to trust someone who looks like they stepped out of some gods damned spy novel if they won't even give me their name?" Nayeon asked sweetly, leaning forward and getting into her personal space. Her flirty persona came in handy in times like this, because now the stranger was the one to be leaning back awkwardly.