San's breath hitched as he ran through the hallways of the prosecutor's office. He was running late as he had to attend a proxy class. He didn't want to waste another moment as he had to find out.

Jaeson, his friend, also senior from college, always told him stories from his work and that's how he came to know about a certain Kim Haneul, who was new in the field but a fierce one. San wasn't sure if she was her. But as soon as her name rolled of Jaeson's tongue, he knew he had to find out for himself. If it really was the girl who was the unsung inspiration behind who he was right now, seven years ago.

San had seen Haneul, very recently in a flower shop. He was picking out carnations for his mother's birthday when she walked in. Light footsteps rang in his ears to which he didn't pay any heed at first. But the sweet smell of vanilla, which had been a reassurance in the times of darkness made him glance at the trail from where it was coming. 

Their eyes met for a very brief instant, but he knew those eyes, the same beautiful hazel eyes that intrigued him more than it should've. San had always watched her from afar after he found out they went to the same school. There was just something about her that had always enticed him.

She left shortly after, not finding the flowers, Irises, that she was looking for. He had noticed the faint dismay that had taken over her delicate features, a small furrow formed between her brows. 

It's her. He muttered under his breath. After seven long years of searching, he had found her but couldn't say anything as he wasn't sure as to exactly what he should say. Because she had already left before he could do anything.

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