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@sana m. eunwoo despises romantic movies, novels—anything that screams cliché love story because frankly, the last thing she deems is love at first sight. the whole philosophy of it all sounds utterly imbecile to her, then if the concept of love at first sight was a real thing, it would mean human beings were nothing but shallow. eunwoo had always believed that she was more than that. and yet, so contradictory to her very own beliefs, eunwoo finds herself complected in exactly that conception.

they were hardly friends to begin with, the attractive stranger a science student attending the faculty nearby—eunwoo had taken a mental note of that eventually, considering the (way too) complex notes she's seen the girl carry around. her hair, however, was the first thing she had noticed; peachy and lathy locks smoothly cascading over her shoulders in mesmerising waves, the roots stopping just about her chest. her eyes, a deep, earthy brown, engulfing eunwoo in it's warmth and making her feel as safe as home. they were alluring to say, dark-cinnamon swirls with the kind of beauty resembling a heaven she wished to be part of. as someone with a quirk of staring at other people's lips, her own were no exception. plush, roseate tiers leaving eunwoo wondering if they felt as delicate as they looked.

it was as if every ounce of breath was knocked out of her lunges and float in the air like midnight smoke every time their gazes met; and it wasn't any different this time either, the stranger's sheer prescence alone sending her into a state of euphory.

eunwoo—too riveted by the girl's pulchritude—barely manages to get a word out when the girl strides towards the counter. and it's only when someone coughs behind her that she notices she's been staring, her cheeks tinted in the most brightest hue of pink and finger demurely tugging at the collar of her beige turtleneck sweater as she finally speaks, "the... the usual?"