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Drabble

IDK this thought came from somewhere

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The smell of her perfume made me dizzy or maybe it was her shampoo or maybe it was her smile. The woman in front of me perplexed me in the most exciting way. I knew nothing about her but could imagine everything about her as well. She sat at the bar elegantly, her back straight shoulders leveled not a curve in her posture until she leaned in to talk. She wore her hair down to one side with an S-wave that framed her face. It was a popular style a few years ago but she made it look new and fresh. Her skin was smooth and round with a light pink flush to her cheeks that appeared every time she smiled.

"Beautiful." I thought. "What?" She asked with a smile as she accepted the menu I placed in front of her on the bar. She was politely trying to end a conversation with a drunk sea creature of a man next to her, when she turned to face me. Shocked that I had actually said that aloud and not in my head, I cleared my throat and tried to redirect her attention.

"Bothering, uh is this man bothering you?" I asked? The shmuck could hardly keep his eyes open. It was definitely time for him to go. He had come into the speakeasy drunk so I gave him nothing but water to sober up with no luck. I signaled one of the bouncers and two men scooped him up by his arms.

"Throw him in a cab a few blocks from here. I don't want the coppers finding the speakeasy. " I directed. They dragged him along silently. "Sorry about that, doll. Usually, we don't have those kinda guys here. What can I get you? The first round is on the house." Her face lit up at the last sentence as she bounced in her seat looking at the paper menu in front of her. There was an air of poise to her but she didn't hide her childish glee in the face of elegance. She bit her lip as she studied the menu.

"They all sound good but I don't really know liquor, what would you suggest?" She asked, looking at me with her big round eyes. I hiccupped. What was wrong with me? I've seen plenty of beautiful women before, I mean I work at a speakeasy, beautiful women run this scene but something about her made me squirm. She giggled and looked down at the menu. "How about what is your favorite drink?" she asked.

"I don't think you'd like my favorite drink, it's a bit bitter."

"I can handle it." "What kind of drinks do you tend to like?"

"Sweet ones"

"So why try this one?"

"Because I think you're an interesting girl and I'd like to know more about you." "Do you know me?" I ask, slightly panicked.

"No," "Then, how do you know I'm interesting?"

"Well, you're a woman working at a speakeasy. That's more interesting than me." She chuckled. I cocked my head to the side as I looked at her, hoping to get a clearer understanding. She chuckled again and smiled. I slowly backed away and turned to the liquor behind the bar. "I'll make your drink right now," I said. "And make one for yourself too."

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Meeting #1

I'm not sure if I'll continue this but this is all for funsies

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My brother's smirk irritated me by the second. "UNO!" He yelled as he slammed the card against the table.

"You're cheating," I huffed. He shrugged, basking in his victory as he leaned back into his seat.

"It's not my fault I'm just better than you." He teased. I snatched the cards sprawled out on the wide table between us. I ungraciously lost our third round of uno. I'm not usually a sore loser, mostly because I tend not to lose in uno, except when I'm playing with my brother. Against him, I become a competitive stubborn rival. I grumbled as I leaned over the table to grab the rest of the cards. The cards centimeters within my grasp, fell off the table as the plane shook. I drew in a quick breath and looked at my brother. He saw the shock in my face and motioned his palms up and down trying to calm my nerves.

"It's just turbulence. We're okay," he reassured me. Like on cue, the plane settled. This wasn't my first time flying but it was my first time flying after the accident. A horrific car accident that tossed me out of the windshield, put me in a coma for 5 days and left me shaken about all forms of transportation. I only agreed to this trip because my brother's persistent begging finally wore me down. "We're also almost there. In 30 minutes, we'll be in Morocco safe and sound"

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"T-Tom?" I called out to the sand pile that was now in place of where the airport was behind me. An entire airport, filled with people, planes, luggage, and my brother, gone in the blink of an eye. I looked forward, looking at a vast horizon of sand. Nothing but sand.

"Am I high? What the actual fuck is going on?" A moment ago I was stepping out of the Moroccan airport, ready to have a vacation with my brother and now I'm here? Where is here? W-Wh-- I took a sharp inhale, straining to catch a breath that never came. I pounded my fist against my chest, trying to push a lump out of my throat.

I- I think I- I'm having a panic attack. I fell to my knees, my feet sinking into the sandy earth below me, dropping my suitcase to the side.

"H-h HELP!!" I yelled. A jolt of terror took over my body. "HELP SOMEONE HELP ME!" I screamed. "SOMEBODY PLEASE!" I sobbed, tears streaming down my eyes now. I leaned forward my hands slowly sinking in the sand with the weight of my upper body. The sun felt like daggers on my back. My thin crop top provided no protection against the blazing sun. I stared down at the sand in front of me, the grains turning a few shades darker as tears fell from my eyes. I was going to die here... in the middle of nowhere. My vision blurred as more tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to blink away the tears, staining more of the sand under me, and then all of the sand in front of me darkened. A large shadow engulfed mine, and I quickly looked up. It was a man, tall, muscular, and bronzed sun-kissed skin. He wore a cloth around his head and face. Only dark almond eyes looked down at me between the cloth. He said something and I couldn't understand, maybe from the shock frying my brain or the cloth covering his mouth, regardless I didn't react. He pulled the cloth from his face, revealing beautiful features, and spoke again. I still didn't understand and this time I knew it was because of the language. I'd never heard anything like it before. I assumed it would be Arabic as I hoped we were still in Morocco. But it sounded nothing like Arabic, if anything it sounded closer to Korean, which confused me more.

I blinked at him too confused to do anything else, hoping he could understand my distress. Panic began to overtake my confusion and tears returned to my eyes. Sensing my panic, the man dropped to one knee, pulled off the cloth from his head, and placed it on mine. Giving me a faint smile and what I hoped were reassuring words in his language. I gasped for air, trying my best to ease the panic. The more the man spoke in his foreign language the more distraught I became. The miscommunication cemented that I was lost in a completely foreign land. I think the man was trying to introduce himself now as he placed a hand on his chest and repeated one word.... Min-gyu? I blinked and the world stayed black.

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The beginning