Post by YUN MO on Oct 8, 2013 17:13:49 GMT
| It wasn't like her to insist on paying for both of their cups. Yun slid into her side of the small round table at a quiet and out of the way cafe. The locals liked this place, but it wasn't a busy hour. It was an odd hour for coffee - not even the lunch hour. The late afternoon sun beamed through the windows and made the plastic counter top hot. Mo Yun's hair was tied back in a short ponytail, her white blouse and pencil skirt every inch the secretary she pretended to be. She set the coffee down in front of the officer, and holding hers, she rubbed her arm and stared at her elbow. "...Sorry, if I might have called at a bad time," she muttered breaking the silence. She tried to plaster on a smile, a flicker of the old mask, but as soon as her eyes rose to meet the cop's she shrank back in her seat and pulled her coffee to hide the fidget on her lips. Beneath the table, her ankles crossed and she anxiously rubbed her pantyhose. She could not name the fear that pulled her to Juno Izumi. It wasn't like they had talked often or had any true relationship. But the officer had been one of the easiest personas to lay her false identity upon, to trick and beguile that she was just a spunky secretary with a shared passion for martial arts. Maybe there had been something real in it all along. Or a wish hidden beneath the layers false stories. But Yun didn't really know herself. Her voice shook as she spoke, her eyes falling into the hot brown liquid. "...I'm Sorry." | @juno |
