The First Meet...Sorta
His hands fumbled through his jacket pocket as it searched for his iPod. He brought the headphones from around his neck, and placed them on his ears. He pressed play and was finally able to ignore the sounds of an abnormally noisy day in a rather smile town in Icheon.
More people were waiting in line out front of the shops, or most of them rushing past him to get to the shops. Peculiar, but he rather didn't care. He was only worried about his next story.
A close to broke, fresh out of college song writer on the verge of his final downfall.
No, don't think that way. he thought.
He disregarded any negative thoughts that demotivate him, and focused on what was around him.
Normally when he has writer's block, he'd walk around town and observe, trying find something or someone inspiring. But today it had the opposite effect on him, he looked at the shops and people and almost pitied them for being so alike. Diversity is what he wanted, that's what makes a good story fascinating, according to him.
He continued walking down the sidewalk, pushing up his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose and gave his hair a short swoop to stay out of his eyes. His lips shaped to a frown out of annoyance, but his eyes had a warm shine to them.
A girl wearing a mini skirt and tank top was walking straight towards from the opposite direction. They made eye contact, and she smiled at him. He was confused on why, but just shrugged and brushed it off. As they got closer, she wouldn't stop trying to make eye contact with him.
Do I know her? She doesn't look familiar…but why does she have to keep staring at me?
"Excuse me, but I forgot my purse at home and have no cash for lunch, do you have any spare change you can lend me?" she pouted. He notice her pull her shoulders back and pushed her chest forward. Her chin was still down, but she looked up at him with glossy eyes and eyebrows creating a tiny crease between her forehead.
His expression showed her no sympathy, for he also notice two other girls sitting in front of a shop, anxiously taking glances at the girl in front of him.
What a fake! he thought.
"Sorry, I won't, but why don't you ask your friends over there?" he said nodding towards the two girls in front of the shops. The girls saw the gesture he made towards them and quickly turned back around, poking at their food with their forks. He looked back at the girl, who had a blank look of almost disbelief.
"Uhh..well…" she said, but she turned around, and quickly walked away with out another word.
"Mmmmm." he made a humming noise with his lips out of annoyance.
Unbelievable. He thought as he shook his head.
As soon as he was about to take a step, a man rushing came towards him, accidentally bumping him on the shoulder, hard enough where it knocked him down.
"Yah! Watch where you going!" he called out.
"Sorry Sorry!" the man said as he kept on running.
He sat there for a few seconds, sighing to himself and looked at the shops and people.
A flash of light kept blinding him in his left eye. He looked around to find the culprit, thinking it was some kid playing a joke. When he glanced across the street, the light flashed in his eye again. He quickly turned his head to the source.
There sat a girl with long black hair. She had a slender body and sat leaning forward at a table in front of a cafe where she twirled her fork. Her food laid in front of her, still in touch, for she was too absorbed in a book she was reading. And ever so often, the fork would catch the sun light and reflect it back on his eyes. But at this point, he didn't care anymore. He still sat there dumbfounded and transfixed on her. She was certainly pretty, but he noticed, when she turned to talk to the waiter, her eyes were blue.
Reality hit him when he realized he was still sitting in the middle of the sidewalk, and abruptly stood up. He looked back at where the girl sat, but when he peered over, she was pulling her purse to her shoulder and began to stand up. She paid for her meal inside, and then left in the opposite direction he was walking. He didn't know why , but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Pfft, oh well. It's just another pretty girl anyway. You wouldn't really go up to talk to her.
But he kept mental notes in his mind about the incident, she inspired him.
When he arrived back in his apartment, she was still fresh in his mind. His whole way home, he couldn't stop thinking about her, so he walked to his desk where his laptop sat, opened it, and began to type:
"Possible lyrics: about a girl I met"
Liar… you didn't go up to her, Pabo, he scolded to himself
He typed down a few lines that randomly came to his head when he remembered her.
"I lost my mind, the moment I saw you
Except you, everything get in slow monition…."
Did she even take a few bites before she left? he wondered.
"Tell me, if this is love…"
He leaned back on his chair, contemplating how the lyrics will be written since he never really talked to her.
What would have happened if had….
He stretched his arms out, and sat up straight again:
Sharing and learning countless emotions everyday with you
Fighting, crying and hugging
Tell me, if this is love
If I had gone up to her sooner, or stopped her, what would have happened? What do I say?
The more he thought about the situation, the more he realized how straightforward the event really was
In all simplicity, I should have gone up to her and introduced myself. 'Hi, I'm Kris.' is all that I needed to say.
(A/N: I have an idea, so I had to write it, although this one will be updated slower since I'm already working on a different fanfic. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter though ^-^)
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