•Adomania
The sense that the future is coming sooner than before
"You make me want to break down everything I've worked for," he said as he back away from the girl.
"Then tear it all down and build what you want," she said lunging forward and grabb...
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Chaerin had clothes all over her floor.
She had never been so lost of what to wear.
She had plenty of clothes, plenty of outfits, and shoes, and hair tools, and makeup.
But now when she needed it most her mind and creativity completely left her.
She was currently trying to figure out what the fuck she was going to wear on her coffee date with Yeosang.
Wait was this even a date?
She didn't know.
What was this considered?
She pulled out a cropped black turtle neck, yellow black and white plaid pants, and black high top sneakers.
Chaerin then straightened her hair and threw on light makeup.
Perfect.
Of course she had shoved a knife in a pair of shorts she always wore under her pants to hold her weapons, self defense if anything happened. Knowing Chaerin something would most likely happen.
She headed out the door and checked her phone.
12:37pm, 8 minutes to get there.
Chaerin freaked out. The coffee shop she was going to was about ten minutes away. She had now 7.
She jumped on her bike and sped off, nearly hitting a couple pedestrians on the way, not like she cared but currently she wasn't Assassin Chaerin she was Fake Civilian Chaerin.
She stopped in front of the shop. It was the coffee shop she and Yeosang had met in front of.
She parked her bike and got off walking inside with curiosity. It was modern.
Everything was industrial. But for once she didn't take in the design. She tried to take in where her date was, well Yeosang.
She still didn't know whether this was a date.
She saw him, but had forgotten that she had a mask on. Chaerin started waving, her eyes blank.
Yeosang looked slightly terrified. He just glanced away slid to the corner of the booth, put his hood up and sank down to look at his phone.
Mood.
That was when Chaerin realized she had her mask on. She quickly pulled it down and waved slightly more trying to get his attention without having to use her voice. She didn't feel like talking. That was the moment Chaerin felt a pain in her ribs. That was also the moment Yeosang noticed her.
He raced to her side and helped her to her seat.
"So your still not fully healed are you," Yeosang grimaced as he watched the girl touch her ribs.
