He went back to his seat and I was still pegged, not even a twich of a muscles. I saw a young man trying to sell flowers to couples scattered through out the café and I caught the idea to buy one, so I called him over.
"Can I get one rose with a note please?"
"Sure" He said and handed me a pen and a small piece of paper. I jolted down a few lines and handed it to the boy with some money. "Please go give it to the guy in the red beanie," I requested looking at Namjoon's direction, he was now distracted with another performing act. "But after five minutes." I added.
"Sure thing." he said and the boy went on vending. I grabbed my bag, gave namjoon one last look and left.
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Fan fikciaShe could describe cold and silence, better than any lonely person ever could. She was like a abandoned whale swimming in the ocean, all a alone without anyone to understand her. Suddenly he appeared, like an angel caved by god himself, sent for her...
