As she entered the large, white walled, black curtained, city view office, Arabella lightly tapped on the door wearing a smile upon her face. Looking up from the packet of papers resting in his palms, the man who had called her in smiled widely as he gestured for her to sit down.
"Arabella," Director Choi greeted as he looked over the script one last time, "I wanted to see you personally about the script you sent here."
Nodding, she set her bag down between her feet and straightened out her back; her palms resting on her knees, "How is it?"
"In my opinion," he began as he slid his glasses from his attractive features, "it is well written, a great storyline, and I want it to be mine."
Speechless, Arabella stuttered for words, but he merely smiled and leaned in a bit to rest his arms on the desk, "How much do you want for your script?"
"M-money?"
Director Choi chuckled a bit as he nodded his head, Arabella's face flushing a bit, "Well, to be honest, I only wanted it to be published. That packet you hold in your hands was actually intended to be a novel, not a script. I only sent maybe---half of the actual story line into you, to be honest."
Thinking for a second, the broad shouldered man rose from his chair as he walked around the office. Stopping before the view of the night kissed city, he tied his hands behind his back as he admired the scenery intently.
"If you continue to write the story, I will pay you in full. You will also be credited for your creation and invited to many, many celebrity dinner parties and award shows," turning to face her slightly, his side profile only visible, he smiled, "does this offer nourish your soul?"
Biting her lip, Arabella thought about his proposal before nodding her head; a smile slowly curving her lips. Nodding his head, he grinned as he rubbed his hands together, "Meet me tomorrow morning and we'll sign a contract."
Rising to her feet, she shouldered her purse and bowed before walking to the door, but Director Choi called her name abruptly.
"How are you getting home? A young girl like you isn't walking home, is she?" He queried as he shrugged his black suit jacket over his white button up dress shirt.
Chuckling softly, Arabella's shoulders rose and fell, "I live in---an apartment that doesn't provide a parking garage. It's okay, though. I can always call one of my friends."
Nodding his head, Director Choi picked up his brief case before heading over to where she stood, "Are you positive? I can drive you home if you'd like."
Shaking her head, Arabella declined his offer, "No, but thank you. I'll just call my friend and ask if he is able to come pick me up."
"Well, call and see. I'll stay here just to make sure," he spoke as he took a seat onto the black leather love seat.
Pulling out her phone, Arabella quickly dialed Dongwoon's number and waited to hear his voice. After a few seconds, he answered, "Yoboseyo?"
"Dongwoon, I'd hate to bother you, but do you think that you can maybe come pick me up? I'm at Choi Soohyun's Production Co."
Smiling, Arabella nodded despite the boy's inability to see as she hung up and looked at the man sitting on the love seat, "He'll be here in a few minutes."
Rising to his feet, Director Choi stood and patted her shoulder, "Follow me. My secretary stays until late, so you can stay in that area of the building."
Nodding, Arabella obediently followed as her mind wandered to her best friend and what she was doing at this time.
"Here we are," Doojoon cooed to Rose as he parked his car and craned his neck to peer through the windshield at the sight before them.
Tilting her head slightly, invisible fingers tugged the corners of Rose's mouth upwards into a smile as her eyes shone a bit, "It's beautiful, Doojoon!"
He grinned at her like a small child before opening his door and quickly jogging around the side to open her's before she had a chance to as little as lay a finger upon the handle, "Let's take a closer look."
Extending his hand to her, she happily took it and exited the car; following beside him as she allowed her hand to fall back to her side. As the distance between them and the Han River decreased, Rose was in awe. Sitting down on the lush grass before the water, Doojoon joined beside her as he nudged her elbow with his, "Do you like it?"
"I love it!" She grinned as she glanced at him for a second, tearing her eyes away from his face as she felt her cheeks dust over a light red. "Thank you, Doojoon. I'm happy you're the first person I was able to see this with."
Despite the dark canvas above them, the stars and moon cast a faint glow allowing Rose to see the discoloration of the boy's face as he leaned back, "If you'd like, we can come here whenever you want to. It can be our own little getaway from the world."
Nodding her head, she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs as she looked at him joyfully, "I would love that."
Silence washed over them, the only sounds was the flowing water running smoothly in the Han River as the whistle of a mid-summer's breeze snagged their clothes gently. Straightening up, Doojoon peered over at Rose as he bit his lip. Feeling a sense of courage wash over him, he reached over and tapped her shoulder lightly until she turned to face him.
"Do you ever think about us?"