Perpetual Rain ✓

Beautiful

"What are you getting?" He questioned as he pulled his menu down lower, almost hugging it to his chest, those eager doe eyes staring back at you.

"Appetizer wise?" You hummed lowly as your eyes rapidly scanned the menu one more time. "Probably some gyoza and just the normal specialty house ramen." You said, having already decided on your meal. You folded your menu and slid it back into its place holder.

"Oooooh~ That sounds delicious!" He exclaimed with joy as he raised the menu up for another look.

You folded your forearms on top of the table, waiting patiently till he figured out what it is he wanted. Your eyes idly wandered his face, taking in his features for a moment before you began to question - how did you end up here? Sitting at a table in a ramen shop with some guy you had no prior connections to. Were you being reckless? He seemed harmless enough though... This just had to be your social awkwardness thinking.

"You've got something on your nose." Your brain abruptly pointed out aloud without a filter to question if you should have said it.

"What? Really? Crap..." shifting the menu to one hand, he used the hem of his sleeve to wipe at the bridge of his nose, trying to free the assumed smudge. "Better?"

"No. It's there." You said, trying to point out the area close to the tip of his nose.

Once again he rubbed vigorously at his nose, being a bit rougher this time before pulling his hand back. "Got it?"

"Nope."

"Ugh!" He groaned, flopping his hand down to the table in frustration.

"Here." You pushed herself up from your seat and leaned across the table. "This must be a common spot for you to get dirt. I remember seeing a speck the day we met." You brought your fingers to his nose and glided your thumb across the spot, rubbing it for a minute before pulling back, it was still there.

"Oh!" He gasped in realization. "Are you talking about my freckle?" His voice shifted to a snicker.

"Oh. Is that what it is?" You winced in embarrassment. "My bad..." lowering yourself back into your seat you rubbed at the back of your neck, a bit off-put by your own brash assumption but thankful a distraction was soon to come.

The waitress you had seen when you walked in finally made her way to your table, a perky bounce in her step. She didn't bother to look in your direction, no, her attention was fixated on Taehyung.

"Know what you want, sweetheart?" She asked, her painted baby pink lips spreading thinner, though her smile looked less friendly and more flirtatious. You glanced over at Taehyung, raising a brow wondering if he was picking up on that vibe, but he seemed oblivious.

"Two orders of gyoza and two house ramens." He ordered for the two of you, the same meal no less but you shrugged it off. Not finding any reason to get upset that he ordered for you.

"You got it, Sweetie~" She was almost purring at this point. She turned and began to head to the kitchen. She was clearly emphasizing her hips when she walked, causing you to roll your eyes and shift your gaze back to your dinner mate.

"Oh! And two Colas!" Taehyung added, raising his voice to catch the woman as she walked off. You didn't bother to look but you heard her say--

"Anything for you, sweetheart~"

Flirting made you uncomfortable, and how did you deal with that? Sarcasm and dry humor, of course.

"I won't be surprised if she leaves her number on the check." You scoffed. Your shoulders bounced as if to imply you didn't care and that were just stating the obvious.