In the usual cafe, Jeongin was on the couch in the corner of the establishment drinking his usual coffee and waiting for Elizabeth who was to meet him there, but as always, she was late. "My cat didn't leave the door," or "The bus was late," or "I couldn't find the lipstick." were the excuses most heard by Jeongin, who just shook his head and let it pass. The girl had arrived with her coffee already ordered, and Jeongin looked at her with his eyebrows arched and a typical smile on his side, waiting for the next excuse.
"I'm so sorry..." The girl was too clumsy to even make up an excuse.
"Don't mind that, I didn't wait long." Jeongin shakes his head and excuses the girl one more time by inviting her to sit down.
"No. I always make you wait for me, I'm sorry." The girl is dissatisfied with your attitude, even though she knows it won't change.
"It's okay, really, you're here and that's what matters." Angel looks on the bright side, soothing the blonde's burden.
The conversation progresses as usual, both tell what they did during the day, Elizabeth tells how she taught her cat to go to the bathroom whenever she needs to, Jeongin tells about the next course that Seungmin will learn out of boredom, the architecture course. Elizabeth is confused and curious to know how smart Seungmin can be to take all those courses. The conversation unfolds and never seems to end, and it was a conversation that addressed both the existence of extraterrestrials and the last music of a recent group that had appeared. Jeongin always listened attentively, even though he had had enough of the man without even having heard him once in his life. After that, already with some boredom, they remembered to play the game "Fuck, Marry, Kill.", where they only laughed and judged each other's decisions.
"Your turn." Jeongin announces as he wipes his damp eyes from laughing so much, "Me, me and... Me."
"Not fair!" Elizabeth complains about the monotony of options.
"I ran out of ideas!"
"Well, I'd marry you." The blue-haired girl chooses the most desired option.
"Of course yo— Wait, what?" Angel widens his eyes, still doubting his hearing.
"What?" The girl doesn't understand her friend's doubt.
"You'd marry me?" Jeongin asks for confirmation of what the girl said.
"You only have you as option! I'd never kill you." Elizabeth shows that the option to kill was not valid.
"Oh, right, that's why..." Jeongin laughs nervously, but is disappointed by the answer that he no longer seems what he imagined, "What if Brad Pitt was there too?"
"Huh... I would kill him anyway." Elizabeth won't be long in answering, even though she took a few seconds to think about it.
"You wouldn't marry him instead of me?"
"No."
"Well, it's just a game. It's all theorically anyw—" Jeongin begins to talk wildly but Elizabeth interrupts him with a kiss that seals his lips.
A sudden and intense kiss, slow as if time slowed down and the minute hand fell off the clock, a heat spreads inside both of their bodies, as if the adrenaline burned the blood that was passing through their veins. After a few moments, Elizabeth breaks her kiss and walks away a bit from Jeongin, still looking into his eyes, "Who's turn is it now?
