Snippet #2040811

Hyeon Sung Lee
"E-Excuse me..." Gene had suddenly said, and got up from the table. Hyeon finished up his food, and wiped his hands on a napkin, unaware that he had a smudge of Italian dressing on the corner of his mouth. "Hyeon... You got a little..." Brooke had said, gesturing around his own mouth to show him where the small smudge was on his mouth. Hyeon took the napkin and wiped in the designated area. "So..." Brooke had began. "What do you think of Gene?" She'd ask him, which caught him off guard slightly.

Brooke
"What do you think of Gene?" Brooke had asked him. Hyeon blinked, looking the slightest of stunned at her question.
"What do I think of her?" He'd basically repeated after Brooke. He adjusted in his chair and dusted off his hands. "Gene? She's pretty cool." He said, wrapping up his mess.
"Ah..." Brooke had said, biting another piece of strawberry in her mouth. "Pretty cool, I see..." Brooke has murmured.
Hyeon grinned. "What?"
"Nothing, oh nothing." Brooke responded.