Her P.O.V 

The now cooled green tea was swirling delicately around the cylindrical shape of the fine porcelain tea cup as my numb fingers let the spoon pirouette amongst the liquid. The subtle shy green tint of the brew contrasted ever so well against the bitter white surface of the ceramic glazed china, reflecting a clear view of the crushed tea leaves resting at the bottom of the cup. As I drank the silky liquid, I couldn’t help but silently smirk to myself, I felt like I was taking swift steps through the well acquainted chapters of the third volume of the Harry Potter series, the so familiar leather armchair I was sat on and the tea cup I was delighting my beverage from setting the scene of a classroom where the magical students were practising the art of tea-reading.

Glancing outside I fell out of the momentary trance my nose crinkling at the sight of the setting sun. It appeared to have become a habit I developed during my stay in Seoul; the slightest arousal in my dislikes would incite my nose into an array of gentle lines and folds, an almost childlike behaviour that seemed to have stayed with me.

I began to pack away my belongings, glancing at my well-kept Cartier watch which I had been gifted by my grandmother on my nineteenth birthday, it had a thin leather strap enveloping my small wrist in a snakelike façade and the laminated roman numerals gently printed on the display glowed as the softly dimmed lamplight reflected off the rose gold metal casing. The display of my watch was clear, allowing me to watch every strikingly mellow change in the movement of the cogs and bolts that made up this complex mechanism. It amused me. The watch prodded at my thoughts as the never ending work span of the components that made up the tiny clockwork reminded me so much of how humans think, never resting, always deep in thought as there is not a moment when we are not trying to foresee and understand things. Just like the gears of the watch; forever turning never taking a second to pause.

I smiled to myself, no-one ever understood my train of thought and I never had a problem with being an outsider, somehow the idea of being different made me feel special, almost unique. I looked outside of the sepia tinted window once more, peering at the now richer in size flack of water where I had been pushed. Without realising I had spent my evening analysing the situation, and the man, as I came to conclude from the large steady hands that broke my fall momentarily, the delicately pale platinum haired mystery man had stolen my precious attention.

I couldn’t help but let musings of him wander around my brain. I was always an overly curious kind of girl, always desiring to know more than what was good for me. I was desperate to know who he was, what his story was. Thousands of differently set scenarios roamed my imagination as I pictured the character running into me, over and over, just like the rewind button of a motion picture.

I felt a slight blush creeping onto my already heated cheeks as I let myself ponder about the stranger a little longer and with a slight chuckle I stood up from my preferred seat securing my slightly dampened rucksack straps tightly onto my shoulders, ready to set off home. As I turned to open the door the ever so familiar twinkle of bells sent shivers up my spine.

“Annyeong.” I turned and whispered to the waitress who gave me a warming smile and returned to work. Walking away from the Café I smiled as I spotted my usual pre-orded Thursday taxi waiting for me to head home and get rested before a Friday full of university lectures. I couldn’t help but let my thoughts slip a little; was he perhaps thinking of me too?

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I'm sorry that today's chapter is so short, but unfortunately i have a lot of exams to study for, and as much as i could have written a much longer chapter i preferred to take my time and write something of better quality rather than something which isn't as enjoyable to read. 

I hope you enjoyed this chapter :) 

A short note which i am leaving both here and on all my social media;

i understand that this story is starting out slightly slow, but this is what i want; initially. I want to write something which doesn't feel like a kiddy fanfiction, but instead has a more mature and book like feeling. By spending more time describing what happens, and making the plot slightly longer, i feel like you can share a lot more of what i see in my head, or at least get a better image of what i'm trying to express, so i'm really sorry if the pace is slightly slow, but i promise that soon the story will roll out properly. After all, what is a good story without a well set out beginning?

Lots of Love

~S<3