( It's less about any actual going to the toilet and more about the minutes she needs alone to punch a wall, letting the ache of her knuckles bring her back to the present. Time she needs to press cold water to her face and thank science for waterproof makeup.
Fuck's sake. She should be over this bullshit by now. Not doing this. She breathes deep, presses the spot where her hand aches once more, and looks at herself in the mirror, half expecting to see those too-bright blue eyes standing right behind her.
Soon enough, Shin will hear the door to the restaurant opening, hear steps approaching and see Kate making her way towards him, the sleeves of her hoodie pulled over her hands. )
... Sorry.
( She really sucks at saying that, so the fact that she's saying that should be taken for the honour it is, thank you. )
I... ( Shit, how does she even begin to explain this? )
I didn't want to ruin our night.
( ... She doesn't. Because of course she doesn't. )
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Date: 2022-07-20 09:22 pm (UTC)Fuck's sake. She should be over this bullshit by now. Not doing this. She breathes deep, presses the spot where her hand aches once more, and looks at herself in the mirror, half expecting to see those too-bright blue eyes standing right behind her.
Soon enough, Shin will hear the door to the restaurant opening, hear steps approaching and see Kate making her way towards him, the sleeves of her hoodie pulled over her hands. )
... Sorry.
( She really sucks at saying that, so the fact that she's saying that should be taken for the honour it is, thank you. )
I... ( Shit, how does she even begin to explain this? )
I didn't want to ruin our night.
( ... She doesn't. Because of course she doesn't. )