Sena wasn’t answering for a long while. Instead she tipped her head a bit to the side, her eyes squinted slightly. There was an instant, when the male took a step forward, his profile coming into a different angle for her to view. Familiarity which was just softly tickling her senses went all the way to her stomach and she found herself blushing out of pure embarrassment.
“Um… Yeah. I guess these are discounted.” Her voice was quieter than before and she reached for the strings, her thumb brushing along the packaging. Sena swallowed. The girl was a bit out of it for the most day… In the bar, where she worked part time today, an atmosphere got heavier. Some people broke into an argument and she was pulled in the middle of it, the glasses crashing to her feet. She almost got fired. Silently she starts to blame her anxiety, which would visit her time to time especially when such things happened… During the period of her calming down her mind she seldom recognized faces, their features blurry dots in front of her eyes. It was a minor case of the face blindness… Something her doctor warned her after the incident which happened four years ago.
“I know who you are.” She suddenly said and she bowed a bit, the strings pressed onto her chest. “And thank you for the help-” Shyness, timidness. She herself didn’t understand where it all came from. Maybe from the fact, that the male in front of her was a part of the group, whose music she listens to on a daily basis.
Seunghyun notices the pink on her cheeks, but he chooses not to say anything about it for now; she looked flustered enough as it is, and while he can be playful, he’s not mean–especially not to people he’s barely met. Still, he can’t help but laugh when the girl suddenly backtracks and informs him that she does, in fact, know who he was.
“Oh?” His playfulness finally kicks in, and the corners of his lips curve into a mischievous smile. “Have we met before? What’s my name–ah! I’m sorry, I don’t remember yours…” He laughs, and nods at the employee who decides to leave them be once the strings are handed to the girl. “Between you and me,” he tells her, voice lowered into a conspiratorial whispers. “The service here is petty bad, don’t you think? Now I’m suddenly offended that you thought I worked here!”