⌘ Shopping Mall

@⌘ Son Naeun Finally having a day off, all Channing wanted to do was get away from the Palace as far away as possible. Knowing that it wouldn't be possible for him to leave the country for a day, he thought about what he could to distract himself from his daily duties. And so, the guard decided to go to the shopping mall. Of course, he would not buy anything. There wasn't much he needed. Which was the bad site of being a guard: Even though the paycheck was one of the best in the country, you did not have the time or freedom to spend the money. He lived in the Palace until further notice- and with no family to feed, he didn't know how to spend the money. He'd started donating most of it, and was quite happy with his choice, but he still felt as if he missed out on something. As if there was more he could do; for once, for himself, maybe. He had decided that if he was to visit the mall, he'd get something that somehow was of meaning for him. But he hadn't found anything. He didn't need new clothes, since his uniform was all he wore all day; the maids would wash and dry it at night, iron it, and the clean uniform would be hanging on his door by the time he woke up. His wardrobe held only two other outfits: A washed out jeans and a white shirt, and a suit. He was wearing said washed out jeans, but had borrowed himself a jacket from a friend of his, since it was a chilly autumn day. The shopping mall's glass ceiling was covered in reddish leaves, drowning the mall in a beautiful orange light. He enjoyed the warmth of the mall, checked one or two shops, got himself some coffee- oh, how he'd missed coffee- and a chocolate chip cookie, before taking a seat on a bench, observing the people.
He had gotten real good at observing. Not every guard at the palace was there with good intentions, some of them were undercover rebels, spies from other kingdoms, or just enemies of the royal family. As a guard, Channing soon had to know how to distinguish the good from the bad. But that wasn't why he was observing now. He was just enjoying his day off.
Suddenly, however, all his senses were up. A girl just left the store opposite of him- with no bags in her hands, but a wishful expression on her face- and without having to think much, he immediately recognized her. His heart skipped a few beats, as one never forgot his first love, and he debated for a short while on whether or not he should go and talk to her. In the end, the urge to know how she had been won over him and he hurried towards her, for she seemed to be in a rush. “Naeun?” He called, for the crowd was giving him a hard time reaching her. Once he had, he tapped her shoulder, unsure smile on his face. “Son Naeun, is that you?” He asked, grinning by then. “Do you recognize me? It's been years! How have you been?”