Us, After The Mission

dropping it on the table. Tonight already felt like a waste. She was about to rest her chin on her palm when-

A shadow stopped in front of her.

She looked up only halfway, just enough to see a jawline carved by God and lit by neon. The guy had messy dark hair and eyes that shimmered under the strobing lights-eyes that looked like they belonged to someone who laughed easily, but didn't tonight.

He leaned slightly forward, trying to get her attention.

"Want to dance?" he asked, voice low but clear even over the music.

Jisoo blinked.
Once.
Twice.

Her mouth opened automatically.

"Yeah," she said, waving dismissively, "I'll come in a moment."

She didn't even look fully at him.
She didn't think she needed to.

Her phone buzzed again.
She looked down.