Mentally Sena is scolding herself for being so blunt about her thoughts. It happens a lot to her, especially when her inner world is in chaos. She feels her cheeks yet again falling to slight rosiness, color which indicated her embarrassment as she tried her hardest to calm down while waiting in a queue. The moment she hears singer’s voice she tightens her hold onto the strings. After inhaling deeply through her nostrils and exhaling she has to look up, since the man is tall compared to her one hundred and sixty five centimeters height.
“No.. You didn’t offend me personally, sir-” She didn’t know how to address him other than this. “I was also quite rushed with my words. What I meant was… That I wouldn’t like for you to misunderstand. Service is good here, it’s not bad. Lets not have false assumptions, that’s all.” After a while she ruffles her hair in frustration and puts the strings in front of the lady, who’s in charge for payments. “I’m not good, when it comes to talking with famous idols- I apologize-”
The truth is that Seunghyun has had better service; this wasn’t the store he’d usually go to but it was on the way and he had forgotten to get a new set of strings earlier that week so he’d gone in. Still, the female seemed to feel strongly about the matter so he just smiles and shrugs in response to that, trying to move on from the topic itself.
“I’m not really famous, though–” He laughs, about to mention that she hadn’t even initially recognised him, but in the end he holds back. He’s finding that maybe it’s better to be exta careful about what he says, since he can’t really get a read on the girl. “Anyway, you can restring a guitar by yourself?”