She pushed open the door, and glanced around the lightly packed area. She saw a small two seater booth in the far corner, and brought her lazy self and her belongings over to it, and sat down. She opened her laptop from her case, and glanced at the screen. She hadn’t turned it on yet. She was looking at her reflection. Her stupid reflection. Her stupid face that made anyone dear to her shut her out forever. She sighed, as she pressed the power button so she didn’t have to see those brown eyes staring back at her.

“Can I get you something to drink?” a voice was heard to her side, and she looked over to see a beautiful young woman, with bright and hopeful eyes looking down at her. She had a nice body, curves in just the right places, and her short hair framed her face perfectly.

“Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to look at the menu,” Sua responded, “could you give me a minute?”

“Why of course!” the lady cheerfully answered, “You were just staring at your screen for a little while, so I thought I’d see if you needed anything.”

“Oh, sorry, I-” she was cut off by the woman.

“It’s no big deal, really,” she shook her head, “though, if you need anything, I’ll be happy to help, I’m Liza.”

“Sua,” Sua responded, before the woman smiled, elegantly, and turned away to make sure other customers in the cafe were enjoying their time.

“Too nice.” Sua mumbled to herself, before opening up the page of her manuscript and began typing a few words on it, before her mind went blank.

It happened often, when she would decide to actually knock out a good portion of her book, she’d get a sudden waft of writer’s block, and it annoyed her. She propped her elbows up on the table on either side of her laptop, and rubbed her hands into her hair. Maybe it was too loud? Sometimes it’s nice to go to a crowded place, but sometimes she wrote better when she was in the confines of her own silent apartment.

“Are you okay?” She heard a male voice saying beside her, and she turned her attention over to a dark haired man with tattoos up his neck.

“Never better,” she lied, and dropped her hands from her face, before looking over to her computer.

“You didn’t look okay.” he stated, as he slid into the seat across from her.

Her brow twitched, “I said I’m fine.”

“How ‘bout I get you a drink?” the man stated, as he rested his head in the palm of his hand, leaning onto the table.

“Ah, no thanks, I’m good.” Sua responded, and lifted her hand to shut her laptop, pack her things, and get out of there.

“Awe, come on, sugar,” he smirked.

What happened to caring about me? She asked herself, as she brought her laptop to a loud slam, causing the attention of the other patrons in the cafe, including the stunning woman behind the counter, with long hair, and gorgeous eyes mirroring that of the woman who had talked to her earlier.

“I’m having a party on my yacht,” he said, “it might be a way to cheer your lonely self up.”

“Yeah, thanks, but I’m good,” she responded, and slipped her silver laptop back into the bag she had taken it out of. Going to a cafe was the wrong idea after all.

“It won’t be just us, if you’re uncomfortable with that,” he stated.

Boy, is he a giant contrast to the other guy I interacted with today, Sua thought to herself as she slid herself out of the booth, sadfully having to put her work on hold, again, though she was on a writer’s block anyway, so maybe it was for the better. It occurred to her that it was strange to be thinking and comparing this guy to the one she didn’t even see the face of. She turned away from him as she made her way out of the cafe. This stranger still stuck to her heels.

“I see you like to write,” he stated, smugly, “Have you ever heard of Rogue Magazine?”

“Duh, everyone has, it’s the biggest journalism industry in the state,” she retorted back as she held her computer case close to her chest, her purse hanging off the crook of her arm.

“Have you heard of their interview with Phoenix Dragon?” he asked.

“Of course!” she stated, a little too excited for her taste, “You’re not seriously telling me you are that mysterious Dragon, are you?”

“And what if I am?” he asked, the smug look not leaving his face, “If you come to my party then I’ll give you a good word to their boss.”

“I’d love to take you up on that,” she replied, now smug, “but I have already talked with Jason.”

“Dragon then?” the man stated, “Don’t you think it’ll give you a big name if you knew Phoenix Dragon personally?”

She thought to herself for a moment, weighing her options. Dragon would give her a great name, and really bump the sales in her book, and possibly get her a bit more funding from Rogue Magazine on publishing her books, maybe even open up with more book stores, and even in libraries if she were lucky. She dropped her head in defeat, if Jason truly was a fan of Dragon as the interview suggested, then him saying bad things about her would ruin not only her reputation but also her career.

“I’m not going to your stupid yacht,” she stubbornly stated.

“Spend the day with me, then.” he stated, as he walked beside her, her hold upon her case never loosening.

“Okay…” she hesitantly stated.

She let the dark haired man follow her around, as she decided to head off to the library, to see if she could get rid of that writer’s block she was suffering from. As she turned onto the street leading to it, the man beside her seemed to get the idea she was going for, and pulled at her arm, away from it.

“Phoenix Dragon!” a girl shrieked, cheerfully, as he led Sua to a park.

“Ah, ladies, ladies, hold your horses, I’ll take a picture with each of you, I promise!” he smirked.

“What a way to keep a low profile,” Sua mumbled to herself, and found herself trying to slip away.

“Awe, you leavin’ me already, Babe?” Dragon said, turning his attention to her retreating figure.

“Awe, just let her go, Dragon!” a few of the girls screamed, sadly.

“Dragon!” A male voice echoed through the swarm of girls in the park.

Sua turned to look for the person that broke through the annoying fangirl’s shrill screams. She couldn’t see him, but it seemed like he was tearing through the crowd of girls, as there were a few annoyed grunts from the girls, and a groan as if someone had kicked him.

“Yongsun, is that you?” the voice rang out again, and she saw a few girls get pushed to the side.

Her eyes widened the figure suddenly coming out of the hoard of girls, only to drop his head. Was that a scarf? Where had she seen it before? That hair, it looked fresh in her memories, from where? She glanced over to Dragon, and saw his annoyed expression, as the other man’s face fell. She had to admit, he was way more attractive than Dragon. Despite his eyes being sharp almond shapes they were large. His jawline was sharp, and his cheekbones high. Even from her distance, she could tell he had a muscled build.

“Who the hell are you?” the baseball capped man stated.

“M-me?” Dragon stuttered, “I’m Phoenix Dragon, of course!”

The baseball cap wearing lad, obviously looking really dejected, turned around to walk away, “Don’t care.”

“How dare you!” a girl screamed, grabbing his hat off his head.

Pink. His hair was pink. She couldn’t believe she didn’t notice before, there weren’t very many people she met with stark pink hair. Why dye it pink? She questioned, before she watched him turn around to take his cap back. He pulled the color off, honestly, that was probably what surprised her even more, it was rare to see someone who could actually pull off pink hair, even rarer to see a guy pull off pink hair. He was that one. He looked damn well attractive in it, too.

“Ladies, please, the man meant no harm. He just doesn’t know how important I am. Must not have read the interview in Rogue Magazine.” Dragon smirked.

“You read that shit?” the man with pink hair stated, grabbing his hat from the flailing woman.

“What?” Sua muttered, what was wrong with Rogue Magazine?

“Read it? He stated, with a smile, of course I do! I was interviewed by them, unlike you’re sorry ass.”

The pink haired man shrugged, “All the better for me, bye.” he turned to walk away again, placing his cap on his head.

Sua followed after him, the attention of Dragon going back to the girls. There was no way he’d remember her out of all those girls, anyway. “Hey!” she called to him, and seeing his back it reminded her of the man she had been leaning against. He didn’t answer her, and she ran up to him and poked his shoulder, “Hey,” she breathed out.

He glanced down at her, and she noticed he had put wireless earbuds in his ears. She glanced over at his hand as he was about to hit play on his music. He had stopped moving and looked down at her, waiting for her to speak. But before she could, he did, “Aren’t you one of that freak’s fangirls?”

Sua smirked, “Ha, no. He was a real creep. Thanks for letting me be able to escape him!”

He looked confused, “who are you?”

“Sua,” she responded, “and you?”

“Seonwoo.” he answered, before realizing she wasn’t gonna let him just listen to his music, so he took his buds out, and put them back into the case attached to his keychain, and stuffed it back into his white shorts pocket.

“So why were you calling for him anyway?” she asked, keeping with his walking pace.

“Called himself ‘Dragon,’” he pouted, “thought he was Yongsun. I doubt he can actually breathe fire, anyway.”

“Breath fire? Your friend can breathe fire?” she asked.

He looked over to her as if she were stupid, “Yeah,” he shrugged, “I gotta go get Bunny.”

“Yeah, that man can really bring your spirits down,” Sua sighed, “I wanna pay you back for saving me, how ‘bout I give you dinner?”

Seonwoo looked over to her, “Dinner?” his eyes seemed to glow, “you mean, like food!” he pumped his fist, “yes!”

She smiled, he was a little childish, “Looks like you’re happy now.”

“Oh yeah!” he smirked, “Can I get Bunny first, I bet he wants some good food, too!”

Sua looked at him confused, “Bunny? Why a bunny?”

His eyes were practically overflowing with glee, “because I’m gonna have to pick him up before I can enjoy a good meal. Guy’s gonna be crazy jealous that I ate dinner before him, ya know?”

“Oh!” Sua exclaimed, startling Seonwoo, “Bunny’s a name!”

“No, he’s a cat.”

“A cat?” she repeated, and received a stout nod in return, “your cat gets jealous if you eat before him?” Deciding not to ask why he named his cat, bunny. Maybe he did it for the laughs.

“He’s not my cat, he’s my friend.” he shook his head, “Wanna walk with me?”

“Is he far?” she asked. She was getting a bit more inspiration from this guy. She was glad she was able to leave Dragon behind. Though, she did feel like she couldn’t get too close to him. That was practically forbidden. He’d only break her further if she did. Everyone did. Even her friend, and editor, Levy, she didn’t get that close to.