A dream to me//Noah Sebastian

Act I

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As a cold winter breeze finally made it's way down my face, shivers started running down my spine. I just realized - I was running the whole time. People running around me the whole day, manager calling me day and night, fans flooding my gallery, camera shots coming from all the angles possible - I'm so tired. Exhausted.

So here I am, standing in front of this beautiful café that I've wanted to visit for so long. I just wanted a peace of mind.

I don't know why they like to pry on me, calling my attitude "cocky" or, formally said, "quite inappropriate" when they are the ones asking for fights, especially the director - she's quite an masterpiece in the feild of manipulation.

I finally take my mask and my hat off and make my way inside this cozy place. As I was anxiously looking around for an empty spot I realized how crowded it is, but at this point, even if somebody were to recognize me, I wouldn't even care.

"Found you.", I whispered as I approached an empty table for two set right next to a huge balcony window that was showing off the beauty of this city in cold. People passing by, holding hands, handling each other a gift, huge tree across the street blew every bit of my mind off as this beige and sparkly interior put my eyes at ease, until --

"Hi... Helloo... so what can I get you", quite moody waitress looked down on me with an raised eyebrow and rolly eyes.

"Hello to you too... I'd just like a big cup of hot chocolate with bunch of sweet cream on top and chocolate sprinkles", I said trying to pull off the "good person" attitude.

"Mhmm... yeah... And would you maybe like me to add an unicorn straw to the list too or..?", she squeezed her lips together until our eyes finally met. She covered her mouth really fast.

I assumed she recognized me.

"Wait... Hold up... Are you... THE...".

"Yeah, yeah, I am, now, quit that cocky attitude and help me finally get a breather", I cut her off.

"THAT REINA HYUN?? It's my pleasure to meet you, I'm a huge fan of yours, oh my God!", her cheeks flushed.

"Thanks, so about that straw you were so ambitiously talking about...", I raised my eyebrows.

"I'm so sorry, I'll prepare the best hot chocolate of your life!", she smiled widely while moving her eyes to the window.

It's snowing.

"You know, there's a myth circling around this town: If you meet somebody in this café, on the first day of snow,  you'll end up together forever!", she hugged her little notebook looking all charmed throughout the window as she finally got back to her job, "Your hot chocolate will be here soon Ms. Hyun!".

I'm not that young to believe in fairytales or cute myths, not even in love at first sight. I've always struggled with remembering people's faces and that led to quite a lot of misunderstandings in my early life as much as in present life. They are all blurry to me and my doctors went with a "stress induced condition". That's why most of my artworks are blurred out, but, my artwork is why people recognize my face - what a contradictoriness.

"Here's your extremely hot and sweet hot chocolate with bunch of cream and sprinkles Ms. Hyun, and, I did add an unicorn sticker!", she smiled with sparks in her eyes spiraling away from her cocky attitude from before.

"Here...", I passed her a free ticket for my next exhibition, "Thank you for that little myth of yours".

She thanked me and went to serve the table across this one of mine. The smell of hot chocolate raised my dopamine level for a half, I could feel my brain finally relax even though the group from behind me was so loud - I didn't care. I finally started reaching for that sweet taste of cream and sprinkles, slowly moving my head down to the hot cup, trying to reach it with my lips and---

I could feel my face being completely shoved into the cream. Lifting my head up as cream drops on my black blouse, straight down my face.

"Oh my fucking God, I'm so, so sorry...", a beautiful mans voice came from behind me.

"I just wanted to put my phone on charger and...", he stopped talking the moment he was stood by my side seeing this spectacle he made.

A cute chuckle left his mouth.

"Are you seriously laughing right now?", I yelled at a tall man standing in front of me.

"I have to admit that it kinda looks cute", he chuckled again pulling the chair in front of me and having a seat.

"And I have to admit that I'm an idiot for being this clumsy", he reached to my face with a wet tissue whipping the cream off.

As I looked up at him with angry eyes I was met with his blurred face. I could make out his figure, his hair, some facial outlines, but eyes - never. He was covered in tattoos and I was mesmerized.

I started moving my hair from my face as I suddenly felt his warm touch upon my lips. He accidentally got some cream on his finger.

My hands naturally moved to the place he touched, going over the burning spot. I've felt this before: butterflies brushing their wings over my lips instead of making a mess in my stomach.

Déjà vu - it feels like it. I've seen this before.

He smirked as he seemingly looked at his finger, getting it closer to his mouth and licking the cream off of it.

"You know, the least I could do is offer you a change of clothes, I live 5 minutes from here.", he put his hand over mine.

I was so caught up in the feeling. I want to draw down those inked lines on his neck. I wanted to make the art out of him - my art.

"Sure, care to pay for my ruined hot chocolate too?".

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