❈ beach

@✾ ⋰ sabrina c. "What do you think?", Jeno asked right back, his tone playful as he lifted his free hand to slowly tuck her hair properly behind her ear, his eyes never leaving hers as if they were the only two people in the world, his voice dropping so low, it was nearly inaudible over the blaring kpop music their driver was playing. Truth be told, Jeno suspected at this point, that the man might be a little racist and was treating them like absolute garbage because he thought Sabrina might be a foreign tourist. He had seen that happen quite a lot, even recently.

"You know how it is", he continued then, his fingertips traveling over the shell of her ear, then across the edge of her jaw, along the sharp line of it. "You get a new toy, every once in a while... as a gift, or because everybody else is playing with it... but you always find yourself coming back to that /one/ special thing, simply because it's your favorite. So... what do you think?"

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. She let out a sigh of relief as Jeno seemed to have gotten her signal, holding on tightly to his hand, her blunted nail tips leaving some red marks on his hand. As if her irritation couldn't get any worse, this of a driver turned up the radio. It was taking everything in her to not crash the entire car. Sabrina took another breath and decided to focus her attention back on Jeno, smiling softly to him.

"That's the point! I like being a little Barbie," she giggled, her free hand tucking her hair behind her ear. "Well, yeah I mean duh- I'm for our coworkers too..." Taking a brief glance at the driver, who clearly wasn't paying attention, she leaned in a little closer to Jeno with a playful smirk. "Oh? Do I count in this special group, or... are there other Malibu Barbies you like more?"

@✾ ⋰ sabrina c. The moment Sabrina's fingers dug into his biceps, Jeno shot her a glance, one of his eyebrows raised in a wordless question, before he reached out and peeled her hand away from his arm, instead lacing their fingers together so she could dig the sharp edges of her nails into the back of his hand. He'd rather have to deal with her hurting him than the poor driver, albeit he seemed to be quite the , even turning up the radio loud enough for it to be difficult for Jeno to hear Sabrina, who was sitting right next to him.

"Yeah, you'll have to take those off", he clicked his tongue as he looked down at her feet, letting out a soft little coo, wiggling her hand on the seat between them, until her entire arm was shaking. "You look like Malibu barbie, Brina. And you're saying you do this for all of your /friends/? And consider my field of work. Of course I'm for all my friends. Just some..." He let go of her hand and ran his fingers up her arm, slow and deliberate. "More... than... others."

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. "You always this around your friends, Jeno?," she teased before stepping into the uber once it arrived. Sabrina set the basket down between her feet as she frantically buckled in as the car was already starting to pull away. Her eyes narrowed with a hint of irritation. How rude of this random driver. As she took a look around at the interior of the car, she rolled her eyes and leaned down to close the vent that was blowing freezing cold air to her bare legs. And there was a hint, the slightest hint, of a scent of cigarettes. She crinkled her nose and balled her fists against her thighs. Every little thing was gradually making her more and more annoyed and the driver didn't even have to say anything.

It would be so easy for her to reach around to the back of the driver's head. Her nostrils flared as she let out a huff of air. She had to calm down.

Glancing over to Jeno, she held onto his bicep once more and gave it a squeeze, looking up at him for any amount of reassurance. He said he could handle her, so he should be able to handle this. "Baby, my dress will be fine. Maybe not my shoes, though..." she mumbled, glancing down at her platforms.

@✾ ⋰ sabrina c. "Oh, come on, you could have humored me", Jeno shot back without missing a beat, pulling his phone from his pocket to check the status and location of the car he had called for the two of them. "Also, no. I don't have the chocolate yet. Darling, I just ordered them and they're for another time. I'm not going to be able to enjoy them, if you don't let me eat them off of your body."

He squinted against the sunlight when they stepped out, only tipping the pair of sunglasses he had pushed into his hair down onto his nose as he glanced down at the screen one more time.

"We're headed for the beach, actually. And /there/ is our uber. Now tell me again how I don't have great timing", he grinned down at her while he untangled their arms, holding the door of the car open for her to let her slide into the backseat first before he got in himself, the car already pulling away from the sidewalk while he was still busy buckling his seat belt.
"Might be a little inconvenient. That dress of yours and some sandy hills."

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Playfully rolling her eyes, Sabrina wraps one of her hands around his arm and follows his lead through the hallways. "I did not get all dolled up for /you./ I got dolled up because I always do!" she pursed her pink lips in a small pout. "And did you bring those fancy chocolates, by the way? I can add them into the basket! I also have my present for you, from Tokyo," the blonde grinned.

Even though she had the privilege of most of her shifts being outside the lounge from frequent jobs, it felt nice to leave the lounge without pearls on and without some boring rich person talking her ear off. She could be herself and breathe a little easier. Stepping outside with him, Sabrina pulled out a pair of sunglasses from her small white purse and put them on. "So, where are we headed?"

@✾ ⋰ sabrina c. It wasn't every day Jeno had the opportunity to slip out of his uniform and into something a lot more comfortable, although his attire might not have been what someone else would have chosen to wear to a picnic. Ripped jeans and one of his favorite button ups over a white shirt surely looked casual enough, yet he could also just change back into his uniform, if they someone would call them back to the lounge for an impromptu shift.

"Jesus, stop being so damn eager to get out of here", he rolled his eyes as he opened his door, still pushing all of his necessary belongings into his pockets, before he stopped and gave the girl in front of his door a once-over. "Someone's feeling cute today, hm?"

Stepping out and locking his door, he offered her his arm, cooing through softly pursed lips.
"She got all dolled up for me, I feel honored. Let's go?"

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. "Jeno, cmon! While the sun's still up, please!," Sabrina shouted as she was standing outside Jeno's room. In her hands was a picnic basket, like the ones someone would see on tv. It was decorated with a light blue gingham print ribbon that had tiny cinnamorolls printed on it. The rest of her attire conveyed a sense of innocence, or at least that's what she thought, as she put on a white babydoll dress that billowed out at the hips. She had a baby blue ribbon tied into a neat bow in the back of her hair and was wearing some baby blue platform sandals to match.

Sabrina had never actually been on a picnic, but she packed what she assumed would be best for the trip to their destination. A thick outdoor blanket was folded into the bottom of the basket and resting atop it were wrapped sandwiches, a mini charcuterie kit, and chilled bottled waters. She had figured they could grab some more street food nearby if they were still hungry. But she was a little nervous, or at least she was trying to convince herself she wasn't. Her hands kept moving around restlessly, her weight shifting from side to side and she stared at Jeno's door, waiting for him to come out.