Eclipse. | Lee Haechan

The Sun: "You're weirder"

7:03 PM

Breathing a sense of relief the moment I stepped inside the parlor. The brightness of the room, reflecting it's pink and cream white walls, creating a cheery yet comfortable vibe.

Only a few people are inside and I can already see the various flavors of ice cream lining up at the counter. My mouth starts to water as a smile broke from my lips.

I approached the counter excitedly, already reciting what flavors I'm gonna get, but before I could even take another step, a tall dark hooded figure flashed in front of me, stopping me dead on my tracks.

Nearly loosing my balance from the sudden tour de force, luckily I was able to grab hold of the back of a chair.

God is with me.

"Holy shit," I place my hand on my chest.

I didn't intend to articulate that out loud but the stranger turned to my direction. My breath caught in my throat as my heart rate increases for the second time tonight.

I'm probably just nervous.

Yes, ofcourse, what else would this be?

Or my hormones are in range tonight. Or I was drinking too much coffee? I remember my mom warning me about palpitations due to excess caffeine. Yep, this must be it.

"You okay?", the stranger said, his voice sounding like honey, it's not deep but there's a tinge of masculinity in it, it's something that's not hard to take notice of.

I cleared my throat, dusting imaginary particles on my shirt, keeping it cool, when inside my heart is about to burst out of my ribcage, "Yeah, I'm good," without making eye contact I repeat, "I'm good," but saying it more to myself than him.

I must have missed his acknowledgement or he's just simply rude, that when I finally looked at his direction, I was, well, greeted by his back.

What a nice view.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

He must've heard me for he glanced sideways at my direction. The soft looking hair on his forehead shadow over his eyes, but the light of the room illuminated it making it easy for me to catch a glimpse of them. It looked sharp, not that sharp, but the shape of his eyes holds a trenchant look, and for a moment I was captivated.

Even just by looking at his eyes, you can easily tell he's good looking.

His eyes gazed heavily, like he's aware I'm studying him. A slight movement of his cheek was enough for me to know that he's smirking underneath his mask. Cocky bastard.

"Well are you not gonna order?" I stated impatiently crossing my arms over my chest. I didn't come all the way here to ogle over some stranger, I came here for my ice cream, and I've been distracted way too many times already. I don't like it.

"As a costumer I have the right to take my time to choose what I'm paying for. Don't you think so too?" He raised his eyebrows at me.

Well, that was by far the longest sentence I've gotten from him, and his voice sounded quite familiar, I just can't put my finger to it.

"Whatever." He's just lucky we're the only ones lining up. Though I was annoyed because he cut in line. Well, technically, he didn't, but I was gonna be the one who will order first if not for his considerably long legs that got him there before I did - before I was stopped and nearly decended on the floor.

"Hi. Can I get a scoop of chocolate mint and... two scoops of raspberry cream please." I hear him say.

I stifle a laugh.