A big fat loser.
That was what disembarked from the first class cabin of the Jet Blue airline. Hoodie drawn over head, black cotton mask covering the deep scowl and a pair of dark black sunglasses (despite it being evening time in the lovely City of Dreams) that easily covered the red-rimmed swollen eyes that hadn't stopped leaking since the plane took off from Colorado. Oh Colorado, a place that started as a dream come true and quickly turned into a place of broken dreams… and possibly ankles?
There was no ignoring the flares of pain that started and ended in her right leg as she kept pace with the bustling crowd moving around her. Despite the sour mood, and current inability to get over the dark bundle of emotions weighing heavy in the pit of her stomach, she was thankful to be a nobody among a sea of people that could give -35 fucks about her presence. Honestly, nothing could beat the sound of an empty room and a soft bed to cry into right now.
Where the hell was she supposed to grab her bag from again? The people around her weren't from her flight, or maybe they were? Yeah, there was no way in hell she could have pointed out a single person she shared
that flight with. A spread of luggage carousels beckoned to her with empty promises of a teal bag that never appeared. Each one was further away as her eyes quickly scanned over them until the color that screamed her name on a
good day was making it's final turn before going back to where it came from.
Of course this was her luck. a display of speed and agility got her there with not a second to waste as the bag was snatched from the belt swinging her around with the momentum and barely avoiding the man that had appeared
he was there the whole time next to her.
"Ah! Sor-"
"Jesus, fucking watch yourself kid."
The guy couldn't see it but fury lit in those brown eyes and only the notes of her current life soundtrack stopped her from making the situation any worse.
♪내 피 땀 눈물 ♪
The cool glass pressed against her ear and not a single word left her mouth before the caller, presumably her uber driver, was firing off a bunch of curses at whatever car was cutting him off.
Love the angry drivers.
"Hello?" The deadpan was thick and abrasive enough to quickly get the attention of the man who apparently only had a single volume.
"Oh! Uh Miss.. uh Care-... uh Shay.."
"Chaerin."
"Yes! I'm here at pick-up spot, do you have many bags? I can come help to carry if you need."
"I'll be there in a sec, I don't need help."
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Thankfully the uber driver was observant enough to pick up on the cues Chaerin was displaying about her mood. The ride was nearly silent, besides the infrequent grumblings of an uncomfortable driver stifling his road rage (
and frequent defeated sighs of a loser who couldn't stop replaying the very scene that brought her grief in her head) and before they knew it the blinding opulence of Emberwing was before them.
Chaerin stood outside the car as the driver pulled her suitcase and carry-on from his trunk setting them in front of her.
"Here is this, thank you for riding with me miss.. Uh.. cha-ca.. Karen. No business of mine but emotions can be like poison if you hold them in, time is great medicine. Bye now."
Well, who would have thought fortune cookie advice would find itself crawling out of the mouth of a full time uber driver. The universe worked in strange ways but somehow the weight on her shoulders felt a little bit lighter than it had before. Chaerin entered the building removing her glasses and face masks, to make everyone's life easier.
Those deep brown eyes scanned the lobby before landing on the empty spot usually filled by her second favorite person at Emberwing. A frown tugged at the corner of her lips as she stomped over to the vacant desk, as if approaching it would magically fill the plush seat.
"Were you looking for something Ma'am?" the polite voice called from behind her, and she was half tempted to just walk away, but that'd be rude.
"No.. Michi- Michael is usually here.. I was just looking forward to seeing him after being away for so long. I guess everyone deserves a day off.
"Oh! He's at a party being hosted for a new tenant, the details are posted on the bulletin board! I'm sure you'll find him there! Anyways welcome home!"
Chaerin returned the employees brief wave and sought out the aforementioned bulletin board.
A Party? Nothing like jäger bombs to wash away my worries
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