𓈒𓏸 blissful chocosymphony ༄.°

@✧˚ y. nako A wince came out of Shuhua's reverie but she managed to give her a small smile. Too bright, she thought. She didn't like how this girl was overly cheerful, but perhaps it was just her disdain towards all human. "Oh I'm just looking for some mint chocolates," the doctor answered before panning her eyes around the vicinity.

Judger her if you may but mint chocolate is good for her. It's not the dessert's fault that it tastes like toothpaste. Blame the paste for tasting like mint.

@✧˚ y. shuhua Nako was in kitchen bagging up some boxes to refill the store as she hummed. It doesn't mean she's not keeping an eye out being the only one there. She was hoping the new advertisement will lure in new people after all she just want to make people day brighter even if her shop wasn't like the common chocolate shops you normally see.

She remember while designing her store what she wanted to bring to life-yes maybe it was to different wanting a more homey cozy vibe was out there. She doesn't care wanting people to feel like she see them and care for them. She always believe if you want people to come back you have to be true to yourself so her shop reflects all of that.

"Hello welcome in what kind of chocolate are you looking for today?" She greeted cheerfully stepping out of the kitchen as soon as she heard the bell ring.

@✧˚ y. nako Finally, a day off. As soon as Shuhua was off duty, she traveled to a local sweets shop. She never was that fond of those, but curiosity got to her when she saw the advertisement of the shop. And so, the doctor decided to walk down to town, her feet taking her to a new place that may or may not be benefitting of her.

Once she arrived, she noticed how it was not at all those common shops one would see. It was simple, cozy. She felt irritated. What's with it being so... warm? But she didn't to put her walking to waste so she just went in despite feeling ghastly about the homey feeling.

The bells jingled and she took a look around the area, thinking what could satiate her curiosity today.

@✧˚ s. kang Nako nearly let out a scream as he took a hold of her hand until she quickly realized she now had an umbrella in her hand, and he had already started to walk. "That was weird and scary." She mumbled to herself, but determined to one day give back his umbrella. She walked home not knowing the next meeting was going to be in the most unexpected way nor it will be so soon.

It was early morning a couple of weeks after she she finally got her shop reopened when she got a call asking if she can do a rush order not only that it was a huge one at that. She agreed to it; however ask for the person to come in to discuses the details and payment. It was only a couple hours later that she heard the door open and she came out of the kitchen with a smile. "Hello welcome in what kind of chocolate are you looking for today?" She asked before her smile dropped a bit. The smaller one never thought the person who walked in was the scary rain guy it was a good thing she brought the umbrella with her just in case. "Oh wait it's you." She quickly went into the back to grab his umbrella before returning it him. "Thank you for lending this to me." She said before adding in her thoughts 'even if it was forceful and super scary.'

She went back to the kitchen to quickly wash her hands before coming back out. "Now if you have a hard time deciding I do offer simples for some of the chocolates, but do feel free to look around. Just call me when you're ready or if you have any questions." She gave one more smile then work on refilling the shelves and trays that need to be refill while humming.

@✧˚ y. nako Song Kang's eyes flickered with a hint of exasperated irritation, his head tilted slightly as his brows furrowed, as the girl bowed slightly, her attention had already strayed away from him, as if she hadn't even noticed that he was offering the umbrella to her.

He didn't hesitate but reached out, taking her hand and clenching her fingers around the handle of the umbrella. There was nothing threatening in the action, only a quiet imperative that resisted refusal. "Take it," he said, calmly peremptory, as if uttering a simple fact.

He let go of her hand once she had a firm grip on the handle, stepping back as raindrops darkened his shirt. He said nothing else, his expression unreadable, as he his heel and started to walk away, leaving her there standing beneath the shelter of the umbrella, the rain still falling steadily all around. His car was just round the corner anyway.

@✧˚ s. kang Nako locked up her shop for the day with a soft sighed having no choose to closed up early thanks to a unruly couple costumers with their bratty kid. They had wanted to enter the kitchen; however she refused as politely as possible sadly they did not like it as they tired to force their way in by, and even thought she called the cops the damage was already done. It irritate her that she also had to close the shop the next few days also in order to clean up the mess, and some of the will have to be thrown out one of her pet peeves is food waste.

The smaller one look up at the sky the realization hit her hard as her nervous habit kicked in wondering what she would need to cut off not only to pay for the daily needs, but now also all new ingredients, and cleaning supplies.. The sound of rain helping her calm down; however she does her best to avoid it pulling her hood over her head not wanting to get sick when she already had Aimi being ill lucky she had someone take of her while Nako was working.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she never noticed someone was coming towards her until the the rain stop falling on her. "Eh?" She said as she looked up towards the other only to see a male quickly taking a few steps back out of fear. "My apologies I didn't want to block the way." Nako answered with a slight bow thinking he was just trying to get passed not at all noticing he was trying to hand her his umbrella as she once again slipped back into her own little world this time making a list of what she would need to buy, and when the money from the couple who cause her to close will come in.

@✧˚ y. nako Song Kang stepped out of the simple yet modern building into the fresh air, where the echoes of his just-held meeting still echoed loud in his ears. The bright sky had turned dark while he was inside, and it cast a dull grey shade over the city. Large raindrops started to splash down onto the pavement, building up a thick humidity and scent of wet concrete in the air. He began walking towards the exit of the lobby when the receptionist called him.

"Mr. Song," she said. She cast him a warm smile, extending a black umbrella in his direction. "You might need this."

He stopped and acknowledged the kind action with a charming smile, a playful glint in his eye. "Thanks beautiful. I owe you one," he said, the tone smooth, almost flirtatious. The receptionist's cheeks colored slightly as he turned and made his way through the doors.

He stood under the awning, opening the umbrella with a click and then getting under the rain. That is when he first noticed her, a girl at the end of the covered pavement, looking nervously from the sky to the pavement. Each movement was slow and controlled as she tried to move backward while avoiding the rain that seemed to stretch out with each passing wind.

He watched her move, her face contorted to a look of irritation and acceptance each time a drop splashed near her. She was so much focused on avoiding the rain that she did not even realise he was there. He remained almost motionless, listening to the patter of rain against the stretched nylon of the umbrella, each drop seemed to whisper something to him about his next move.

He then walked up to her, his umbrella wide open, and the rain gently hitting it. He stopped right beside her, positioning the umbrella above her head, to prevent the rain from wetting her. “Here,” he said, his voice low and steady. He raised his hand and handed the handle of the umbrella to her, looking at her without any expression, as if he didn’t expect anything from her.