🏘 — coffee shop

@yoo sunhee It had been three days since the ordeal at the apartment. He thought that he was careful, moving undetected, but the inferno dragons still managed to find out where he was. It didn’t matter, though. Now that he was out of the vicinity of his asinine father and his inferiority complex, he was free to do as he pleased. So when the dragons showed up at his front door to intimidate him into going back, he was more than ready to send them home with more than a few bruises. The satisfaction of their bones cracking beneath his fists after years of torment and bullying shook him to his core. It would have been perfect if he hadn’t caught his new neighbor, peering in from her window across the street.

The same woman was now across the street, going about her mundane life. Did she see something? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that before he shut the curtains, she had locked eyes with him. He leaned against the side of the coffee truck and took a sip of his drink, hissing at the sting on his bruised lip. “Does this woman do anything remotely interesting?” He mumbled, eyes wandering. It wasn’t until he heard blaring sounds of cars honking that his eyes snapped back to Sunhee.

The man’s body moved on instinct, bolting from his position and sprinting towards her like a man chasing his last chance at redemption. Time seemed to slow as the cars closed in. Everything was a blur; his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her out of the way as their bodies tumbled onto the sidewalk. Pain seared up his back, and he let out a pained laugh, shooting the woman a smile, practiced optimism coating his features. “Ma’am, you’ve got to watch where you’re going. Someone could have gotten hurt.”