Brown
Author's Note: This is prompt number 17, as chosen by my dear friend Miya while we were IM-ing and I was lacking inspiration. She chose number 17, and here I am. -squee- And it was also her idea for just about everything that happens here, so, um, yeah!
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Sun fiddled nervously with the drawstrings of her skirt. The metal tips felt warm against her fingertips as she played with them, plainly refusing to look up.
Jin, walking by her on their way to some random place.
It had been one of their first REAL dates. Not quick hesitating glances in a restaurant Sun had found a particular fondness for. Not casual conversations on the way to get ice cream or coffee. Not casual kisses after it was over.
Dinner. And a movie.
And Sun was having trouble keeping a conversation going. Jin was polite enough. He opened doors, he smiled, he made small talk.
Except for Sun was nervous and meek and quiet. And it was frustrating.
The movie was already over, and Sun and Jin were walking back. No place in particular, really, but the excuse was that they were heading home.
Without warning and without any particular reason, Sun asked, "What's your favorite color?"
Jin hadn't know she was talking to him. It took a moment for him to realize this, seeing Sun's expectant look. "Oh, um," Jin stammered, slightly embarrassed. "Brown."
She made a face. "Brown?" Sun echoed, "Why brown?"
He tried to stall, asking, "You don't like brown?"
"It's so plain," Sun said, that peculiar expression still knotting her forehead. "I've never met anyone who liked it."
Jin was embarrassed. "I like orange too," he said, trying to cover up his mistake.
But Sun was not distracted so easily. "Why do you like brown? Nobody likes brown!"
He shifted around a while, slightly nervous. "You're eyes are brown," Jin said, staring at the floor.
Sun smiled like she didn't believe her ears.
And kept smiling for quite some time.