The Scenery (Kim's Seokjin's Sister)

Chapter 4

Her shoes clicked against the sidewalk as she drifted farther away from the coffee shop and closer to the building she was at the other night. Her workplace. She enters the tall skyscraper and bows to the staff who stand up to greet her. She proceeds to the elevator and takes it to the top floor. The doors open and she walks down the hallway towards a large office secured with a 4 digit code. She enters the code and leaves the door ajar for anyone else to enter after her. There she grabs a purse from her vast collection of bags in her closet and places the file she acquired from her contact inside of it. She sees her photography camera on her desk and decides to take it with her as well. She then takes the elevator back down with the purse in hand and camera swinging from her neck. The staff bow again as she leaves and she acknowledges them. The sky was pure blue. No longer cyan. Magenta flowers loitered the sides of the cemented sidewalk as she strolled peacefully. She spotted an array of colorful flowers a few steps in front of her and raised her camera to her eyes. Her finger hit the shutter button. *Click* The shot was perfect. Almost... dream-like. She brought her camera down and examined the flowers closer in her hand. She abruptly stopped her actions as she heard the sound of car wheels screeching against the asphalt. She quickly stood up and rushed to where the scene was; her camera wildly swinging around her neck.

A blue BMW had sped up and crashed into the back of a small gray pontiac, right at the intersection. She stood by the crosswalk, waiting for the scene to unfold. A young man, in his early twenties, got out of the prestigious BMW. He glanced at the damage and combed his hands through his chestnut hair. The other driver exited their car, obviously angered. He shouted at the young man, who remained calm throughout the whole fiasco. The young man then pulled his wallet out of his polished jeans and took out a pen. He wrote something down and handed it to the pontiac owner. The owner's jaw dropped as he took the paper. He grinned widely as he got back into his Pontiac and drove off. The girl, meanwhile, had taken several photos of the situation- all of them showing what happened.

So this is what rich people do to stop being sued? She thought before giggling to herself.

The BMW owner saw her after shoving his wallet back into his pocket. He frowned as he saw the camera in her hands. She noticed him and calmly waited for him to approach her. He walked towards her and stopped a few feet away. He seemed slightly taller, but then again she was wearing heels.

"Did you happen to take any pictures just now?" he asked. She nodded before replying.

"Just a few snaps of your gorgeous car," she sweetly replied. His eyes darkened as he chuckled.

"I'm not someone to play around with miss. My father has quite the reputation," he sternly said. She raised an eyebrow at him before smiling.

"Are you... threatening me?" she scoffed.

"Whatever, you're a waste of my time anyways," he said as he turned on his heel.

"Nice to know," she replied rather loudly. He stopped for a brief moment as he heard her heels click behind him. She took out one of her premium business cards and tapped it on his shoulder. He took it slowly from her and she smiled. "Call me if you want to get your morals right," she said before walking past him across the crosswalk. He stood there, clearly appalled at the behavior of that miss.

"She reminds me of someone familiar," the driver thought. But he couldn't remember who.