~White is the new black~

~ Chapter 1~

It was like any other day as the cool breeze touched my skin and my hairs flew against the wind, i looked around at the view in front of me at the breathtaking view and stared blankly at the empty canvas in front of me,

"Isabella, come on, how long do you plan to stay outside? Come on its sunset already", my friend Carol called me and I turned to smile at her, "coming Carie", I kept my brushes back, took off my apron and went inside, we were on a trip to visit the Arts Festival in Seoul, South Korea, as an artist I felt disheartened as I was facing art block from the past few months,

"Bella, your last exhibition was a hit, what would your theme be this time?", I sat down inside in the cafe with my friends, "I dont know really, to be honest i am quite blank, i need some motivation", I say as I ordered a coffee for myself, "who knows your motivation might be here somewhere", she chuckled and I sighed, "no it's not like-", I stopped mid sentence as my eyes landed on a man who caught my eye,

He looked to be in his late 30's or early 20's, his skin was pale and he had dark black hair with white streaks, his hair were tied in a bun and he had a scruffy yet neat clean cut beard, his eye color was dark and he was wearing a white fitted collar shirt with dark blue jeans,

Plain right? But why so inticing? His aura was like that of a celebrity atleast in my eyes it was, He was with a group who I assumed were his friends, our eyes met for a few seconds and i quickly glanced away, why was i staring so much? He is pretty ordinary, or so i thought?

"Hmm where do you keep looking?", Asked Carol and I looked away to change the topic, "hey look, they are all hot", she pointed at the same group i was staring at, I drank my coffee while the girls and few of them shared eye contacts but the only one who didnt even spared a glance was him, was he committed? Why should i care even if he is? I was mentally cursing myself when the boys sat up and came smiling, "hey girls, you tourists?", Carol nodded smirking at him, "Wanna grab a drink?", I knew where this was going but I wasnt interested, in not them atleast, "get your mans Carie", I smiled whispering in her ear.

As expected she didnt returned to the hotel that night, man how is it so easy for them to get laid? Why cant i drag my introvert ass to the guy i was slightly interested into? But he didn't seem to be interested in me, whatever, its not like i like him or something right? My cellphone beeped and I tiredly looked at the text from Carol who sent me an address to the festival tomorrow, we decided to go together but i suppose she will be going there herself and i have to go there alone tomorrow, I sighed.

The next day i went to the same cafe and as I entered our eyes met again, the same White shirt guy, he was wearing a different yet same colored white shirt again and this time his hair were open lying upto his shoulders and his bangs were falling over his face, he ignored me completely and went back to using his cellphone, was he waiting for someone? Why was he here again today? I thought.

He was sitting over the stool near the bar with his back over the counter and half empty coffee mug, he was a cold coffee drinker? Who even drink cold coffee in such chilly weather? I ordered myself a dark coffee and sat over the stool beside him using cellphone myself, "ugh why arent my signals working?", I said a bit too loudly for the sake of him to notice me and yet he didn't responded,

"how will I contact my friends now?", i talked to myself and held my head the barista kept coffee infront of me and smiled, "can you tell where this location is?", The Barista looked at me with slightly confused expressions, "Mianhaeyo?" (Sorry?), He asked and I looked at him confused, "ah i dont know korean that well-", "gil-eul mudda", (asking for directions), says the man whose attention i was trying to get, his voice was beyond manly , it was hot? Fuck-

The barista said something in korean pointing at the map in my cellphone, I stared at him in confusion when I heard a chuckle, a chuckle so hot that i was loosing patience, the things this man can do to me just my chuckling, "he means you need to take the subway, get off on second station and take first corner to the right", he explained, "oh? Oh thankyou so much Mr-", "Damien, Damien lee", he smiled slightly and I held out my hand, "Isabella parker", he held my hand and shook it.