☼ Tents

@☼ Minseok Sandara flipped the note aimlessly between her fingers as she strode towards Minseok's tent. What could he possibly want at this time, when she was just getting ready to head into work? It wasn't like Minseok's usually paid much attention to her. She was the thief and he was the herb nerd. That was about as far as their acquaintance went.

She grumbled underneath her breath, rolling her eyes as she spotted Minseok's tent not far off, the spiked roof peaking behind a row of other tents. He'd written a pretty vague note and had pinned it to the front of her tent with a garden peg. But she'd known it was most definitely addressed to her - and not Hamin - as he'd written SANDARA PARK clearly at the top and had even underlined it. At the time, she'd blinked at it, torn it off the tent door and squinted at the almost illegible handwriting. Evidently, he cared more about making sure she knew the note was for her over what the note was actually about.

Eventually, after trawling her eyes across each letter, she concluded that he'd written something about needing her assistance and for her to meet him outside his tent at 5:05pm. Precise.

Of course, she'd turn up at 5:06pm just to spite him.

Finally, she reached his tent, huffing as she glanced up at the hot sun dipping into evening. She shrugged. Close enough.

Sandara was unimpressed as she stood outside his tent where there was no sign of the man who had invited her. Out of impatience, she peered through the tent flaps, holding her fist up as if to knock. "Knock knock," she called loudly, audibly unimpressed. She couldn't imagine Minseok doing anything unsightly inside that tent but she wasn't going to risk it. Who knew what a guy obsessed with plants was into?

Standing up again and crossing her arms across her chest, she leaned her back against one of the posts that held his tent up and waited impatiently for Minseok to make his arrival. She was not complete without frustrated sighs.

"You know," she called again, making sure that, if he was inside his tent, he could plainly hear her. He could probably use some same initiative when writing notes. "If I'm late to the Tavern, you're gonna have to compensate. You might even have to take my shift," she smirked to herself, stifling a chuckle at the idea of Minseok in her dancing costume. Of course, it was a lie. No matter how late she could be to her shift at the Tavern, she knew she couldn't be reprimanded too harshly. After all, she was the customers favourite.

But there was nothing wrong with giving Minseok a little push. If that wasn't motivation enough, she didn't know what was.

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