"I think I'm coming down with something."

With a twitch of her eyebrows, she finally averted her gaze from the bubbles that lined the inside of her cup of coffee to look at him. Her eyes swept over his, almost pathetic, appearance, expression unchanging. Fingers tugging at the saucer, she dragged her warm drink across the long tabletop; further away from the offended male. She shifted as well, her other hand lifting her bag to put it on the stool she previously occupied. She has never been too fond of being sick. It interfered with her routine—not that she was particularly fond of that either. Put simply, she was not fond of a lot of things. But that's beside the point. 

"Spread your germs somewhere else, Pan"

Pan. Upon their first chance encounter since graduation, she remarked on how he hasn't changed much since their last meeting. Quite like the lost boy who never grew up.

Ha.

Fairytales. 

His lips that were parted in confusion molded into a semblance of a pout.

"That's mean."

Pausing as she brought her cup to her lips, she looked up at him blankly, "I am mean."

He let out a sigh of slight annoyance and mild defeat, his voice coming out muffled from behind a dark red scarf.

"So I've gathered."

She offered a curt nod, setting her cup down, "then I guess we're done here."

He sighed once more, this time out of pure exhaustion, followed by a loud and scratchy sniff of his red nose much to Sumin's displeasure.

"In all seriousness, you should have taken the day off."

In all seriousness, he should have taken the day off. Being out and about in this weather only further aggravated his flu symptoms. But he knew nothing could have stopped him from putting on his best coat and striding out of his apartment that morning. He hasn't seen the female in weeks. Before he could stop himself, an honest reply left his lips.

"I wanted to see you."

She dismissed his statement with a shallow sigh, continuing to stare into her drink. The steam that wafted into the air was long gone. Oh god. 

"A few days wouldn't have made much of a difference."

She could hear him mutter under his breath before clumsily sliding into a seat. The dull thud of joint-meets-table was a dead giveaway.

"Stop mumbling. You know I hate it."

He chose to ignore her words this time, watching her for a second more before leaning to rest his elbows on the tabletop.

"Bad day? Did something happen?"

Another sigh.

"Nothing in particular."

Nothing in particular. Everything, in particular, happened. And it hurt her head just thinking about it. She shut her eyes for a moment, allowing the smell of freshly ground coffee beans overwhelm her senses and distract her.

"I doubt that."

"Doubt all you want."

Another sigh. What are you not telling me?