I've never really been the type to fall in love so easily, or to even fall in love at all. In this world you have to be careful, falling in love might be fun in the movies but if you fall under a certain category, love might just get you killed.
"You ready for your date tonight?" My mom teased. "For the last time, it's not a date. Me and a couple of friends are just gonna try out that new cafe down the road" I sighed. To be honest, I would've preferred to stay in tonight but I had nothing better to do, the new semester starts on Monday so I didn't want to waste my weekend locked inside my house.
I wore my usual outfit; black jeans, striped shirt, black hoodie, and white shoes. Since it was just me, Jiwoo and Jinsol, I knew they wouldn't judge. The only comment they could make was ask if I was emo. They're surprisingly observant and have noticed a specific pattern in my fashion choices with my outfits always including black.
Black isn't as dark or depressing as people make it seem. Without black, you wouldn't see the light in the world. Without the darkness of the night sky, you wouldn't be able to see the stars. To me, black makes everything brighter.
Most people would guess that black is my favourite colour, which is the obvious guess but my favourite colour is red; the colour of love, desire and all that cringey romantic stuff.
Ironic huh.
Obviously I don't like red for that reason. Everything red just stands out to me; red cars, red clothes, red roses. It's the only other colour I wear apart from black and white. Jiwoo says i'm a passionate person and that the red actually suits me because she calls it the 'colour of passion'. I guess she's right.
"I know, i know. I'm just making sure i'm caught up with your love life". She's always been obsessed with me having my own romantic love story; falling in love, going on unforgettable dates, and having the perfect marriage with the perfect person, just like her and dad did. Despite the chance of catching major hanahaki, she's not really worried about that since their romantic love story is what we call love at first sight.
I playfully rolled my eyes, "I'm not gonna "fall in love" anytime soon".
She hummed "You never know.. But there's no rush honey". She planted a kiss on my forehead before leaving the room.
Like every other teenager, I have coughed up a few petals before but they never lasted long, they never do with puppy love. Plus, they weren't crushes, it was just admiration. Wanting to be them not be with them.
I grabbed my camera from the shelf. The sun was going to set soon so I didn't want to waste the lighting opportunity of golden hour. Jiwoo and Jinsol are the only people who know about my hobby - they call obsession - of taking pictures everywhere I go. It's not a secret or anything, I just never mention it to people incase they think i'm lame or boring.
I decided to walk since the cafe wasn't far from where I lived. I took a few pictures already by the time I met up with Jiwoo.
"Wheres Jinsol?" I asked, but we both knew she was probably running late again because of her roommate. Jiwoo looked at me with a knowing look so I just nodded and entered the cafe.
It was a cute little night cafe with fairy lights along the ceiling which were in the shape of pineapples. A bit random but still cute I guess. All the seats were padded and were as comfy as they looked. Menus were already laid out on the table, it had the logo on it with the name "Cafe Rosy". Fitting, seen as there were red roses in every booth, whether they were fake or not they still looked beautiful. This place was pretty aesthetic, I could already see myself coming back here again.
My thoughts were disrupted with Jiwoo whispering in my ear "I heard this place is run by two girls in the year below us". I subtly looked around to see if I could recognise them but there was only one girl at the counter who I've never seen before. She had long brown hair and her eyes were quite unique. She was concentrating on a notebook on the counter fiddling a pen loosely between her fingers. There was a hint of both confusion and frustration on her face as she eyed the pot of white roses on the counter.
