Dearest, desire.

1 - Your name.

You walk into the cafe, which isn't unusual for you. You always come by around 10 am, which I assume is during your university break. This time, you held a book in your hand, and carried a smile. A book about human anatomy? So, you're a medical major, I assume. A smart girl indeed, and that just intrigues me further. Although, I wonder what made you smile so widely today, surely, it isn't me, but it will be soon enough.

You walk up to me, "Can I have—", and I interrupt you, because I memorized your order on Mondays. You always order an americano with extra shots on a Monday, I guess you didn't get enough sleep during the weekend for you to want such a bitter drink on a Monday morning.

I speak up, "Americano with extra shots. Got it." I smile, at you. I am a friendly person after all. I quickly brew up your order, and hand it to you, "This one's on me, today." and you— you smiled back at me, you smiled for me, to me. I knew at that moment, today was my lucky day.

You suddenly ask for my name, and I reply, "Kang Haerin." and you... with that outfit, that short skirt of yours, that tight blouse that fit you ever so perfectly, and that sweet tone of yours, let out a little giggle, "Kang Haerin, I see. Danielle Marsh." — Danielle... Marsh. What a beautiful name for a girl like you, for such a bright, and pure lady... but of course those are things I cannot say out loud to you, not yet, at least.

You walked away, and looked back at me, not once, but twice. Do I intrigue you too, Danielle? Maybe, you're looking for validation, and that is why you smiled back at me, or maybe, you can sense the tension between us. Do you sense it, my dear? This tension, weak for now, but still apparent.

"Danielle Marsh." I whisper under my breath, just to test out how perfectly your name rolls out my tongue, "Danielle. Marsh." I repeat, like an echo. Don't worry, Danielle. Of course, I won't forget your name that easily. I cannot for the love of this universe forget your scent, or the way your lips move when you speak, so why would I ever forget your name?

Now, what more is there to find out about you, my dear Danielle? Other than the fact you like your americano's bitter and harsh on Mondays, and that your dominant leg is the right one. I've seen it. Yes. The way you walk, you use more of your strength on the right one. It wasn't a surprise to me, knowing that you are a good girl by the end of the day.