⇀ Central Park

@♙ Lee Taemin This was the first, in a very long time, that Taeyeon could afford to be this relaxed. It was a bright morning and the sun was shining down on the fine spring morning. There were still a number of people around the park doing whatever it was that normal people did such as jogging, walking their dogs, biking, and even a few families out having a picnic. All this was quite, if she were to word it right, weird. It had been long, far too long since she had last been in such a relaxed state and her mind still couldn't formulate the fact that she was supposed to be relaxed, or at least, look relaxed. Being an Assassin meant that she could never take a day off. She always had to keep a guard up and be cautious in and out of the public eye. You never knew who or what was stalking her and secretly plotting for her death. Being a mentor and prodigy meant even worst because she would be one of the top of the lists, that is, if anyone managed to know her face. Always taking extra precaution, she made sure to use only her alias during missions and even in public she would register herself as one of her fake names and use her fake backgrounds if at any point they were asked for. Her eyes were meant to be focused on the book on her lap but she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, whether casually or for other purposes she knew to be careful. Although her eyes never failed to spare a glance at a man who laid only a few feet away from her. She could get a good look at his handsome and youthful features due to her keen eyesight, but knew not to do anything or initiate conversation as a necessary precaution against Templars.

Taemin inhaled the crisp, fresh morning air that was native only to this particular area. He found himself in a rather affable mood, something that was not wont to happen often. He was currently lying on a grassy knoll, letting himself feel a sense of false freedom – false because he was a Templar, and Templars were not free. He was bound to duty and to honour, and to snuffing out lives. In most instances, he never questioned his motives or thought about things. Thinking was a dangerous pastime, as it was likely to uproot unwanted notions and beliefs that should not even have the opportunity to exist. Regardless of all these things, however; Taemin was enjoying himself. It was this that caused the upward curve of his lips and the cheery waving of his hand in greeting to a random woman who was situated near his general location. She was pretty, he thought idly; she had large, doe-like eyes and milky, smooth skin. Ordinarily, he would be horrified at the direction his thoughts were taking, but not today! Today, Lee Taemin was going to be a happy idiot. Until some stupid Assassin showed up and attempted to kill him, of course. Then he would return to his usual brusque nature.