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It had been a month since the party. It was miraculous how you had managed to put the party together in such a short amount of time, and it still turning out successful. To think you had almost walked out on this opportunity, and never met any of the people in the RFA! You pull up the chatroom on your cellphone, checking to see if anyone was online. Although you had met up with a few of them after the party, you and Seven had barely spoken. After your confession, and rejection, things had been very awkward. When you saw his username in the chatroom along with Yoosung’s, your index finger hovered over the room, and you contemplated whether or not you should enter. You knew things wouldn’t quite be the same.
You sighed, giving in, and entered the chatroom.
707: Yeah! To get the new legendary armor in LOLOL all you have to do is kill yourself in the game a total of nineteen times in a row. But it has to be in different ways!
Of course, Seven was messing with Yoosung again.
Yoosung: Gosh, the guild members are going to be so jealous of me! They don’t even know there’s a secret legendary armor yet!
You chuckled a bit at Yoosungs naivity, and how easy it was to trick him.
707: Oh, and in the chat, you have to say the number of experience points you’ve received so far seven times! That’s the hardest part of it all.
Yoosung: How the hell am I supposed to find that out?
707: I don’t know yet. I’m only the messenger of what I know ^^
Yoosung: Oh, hey, MC! Seven was just telling me about this new armor!
You: I see that.
Yoosung: I should go and log in right now! Talk to you once I get it! ^^
~Yoosung has left the chatroom~
It was just you and Seven in the chatroom, now. Just as you were about to leave too, the silence hurting your heart, he spoke.
707: Hey....
You: Hey.
Silence again.
707: How have you been?
You: I’ve been fine.
707: That’s good.
Silence. This one longer than the last. You typed.
You: Do you want to… meet for coffee or something?
You regretted it the second you sent it. Your cheeks grew red, and you rested your palm on your forehead. “Oh god, I shouldn’t have sent that,” you muttered.
The sound that a new message went off took you from your embarrassment. You shift your eyes back to your phone.
707: Coffee sounds nice.
707: I’ll private message you.
Your heart began to beat a little faster. Even though you’d been rejected, you still cared for him in the same way. After everything that had happened with Saeran, coffee is the least you could do with him to see if he’s okay.
You both logged off at the same time, at which point he sent you a message with an address. “This place seems nice enough for your tastes. See you there in ten.”
Elated, you pull on your favorite sweater, the gray turtleneck. You mess with your hair quickly, and smear some lipstick on your bottom lip, after messily applying some mascara. You pop your lips, and are out the door.
After looking at the address, you realize that ten minutes wasn’t nearly enough time. The coffee place was at least thirty away! You sigh, and get into your crappy car, driving as fast as you can while still keeping the speed limit to your coffee date with Seven.
As you pull into the parking lot, you check your mirror one more time to make sure you look presentable enough. You step out of your car, checking the chatroom again to see if you have any new messages, and walk into the cafe.
The cafe is bustling with people, some couples, some businessmen and women trying to get their morning coffee before work. You scan the room, and your heart deflates when you realize he isn’t there.
“Excuse me, are you MC?” A waitress asks from behind you, startling you. You give a small nod, confused. “A guy came in about twenty minutes ago. He said he had to go because of work, but he bought you a coffee. Sit down, we’ll bring it out to you in a minute.”
You nod again, giving a small smile, and sit down at a one person table. The waitress brings out a latte with a foam cat on the surface. “Enjoy!” She says, giving you a warm smile, before going back to the other customers. You sigh, and drink the latte while looking out of the window.
Zen goes into the chatroom and you read his message and respond haphazardly.
Zen: It’s probably going to rain today.
You: It already has where I am.
Small drops dot the window, and you sigh. Where did you go wrong?