{AU} He stared at her. She stared at him.

They stared at each other for a good two minutes before she realized he wasn’t going to initiate the conversation. Sungjong was still blanking inside, had no idea what this summoning was about, and he was also simultaneously hoping it was all a terrible dream.

“So,” she tonelessly said as she picked at the imaginary dirt particles under her cuticles. She leaned against the tree, “I’ve heard you had something to say about me.” She was feigning disinterest and it appeared that she was studying her fingernails. He knew better, though. His hackles were raised, and he was ready to run for his life if need be.

He was hoping it wouldn’t come down to that but based on the track records of any guy who had encountered her and lived, his chances were slim.