Deja vu.

I sighed and looked around realizing that this place looks so like the place where Jiyong dragged me to almost a year ago. Now I know why the first time Yuri introduced me here, my heart skipped a beat and felt the so-called nostalgic feeling.

Now, I know why…

This place.

Jiyong Kwon.

Myself.

Fate?

I turned and studied the busy Jiyong while I finishing sketching him in my drawing book. He was busy writing down something in his notebook.

Anyway, I never thought that one day I’ll sitting here with him again. I must admit that there were still awkwardness, but we tried to fight it off.

We have to.

Our life crossed for so many times.

Call it fate or not, accidental or incidental not…but the point is, we’re both here, away from the “real world.” We’re both here in our— no, in my “world”…even just for a short time.

I stared at the already completed face of Jiyong Kwon and sighed inwardly.

For months, I was relying on my memory to draw his face down on my paper, and now, he’s here…so close, so personal…and yes, my heart felt a twinge of pain knowing this would be over soon. Staring at my drawing I realized how vivid I can still remember his face in my memory. This drawing I have of him wasn’t so much different from the previous sketches….except that this time, it looks like I can feel whatever I felt for him on this drawing.

God. I think I should re-do this. I sneak a glance at him and turned to my drawing. Sh.it, Dara, think! Just try to turn the page and just–

“Not yet done?”

It was too late. He was staring at the page. I sighed.

I looked up and ripped off the page from my sketchbook and handed the torn page to him. “Here.”

“You don’t have to tear it up.”

“Sorry, its a habit.” I murmured, blushing. Just great, Dara.

“Caricature?”

I nodded, nervously. Technically he ’s the first guy who I showed my artwork. My heart was in my throat, waiting for any reaction from him. I was afraid that my drawing would make him see right through me.