Leaning against the glass of an office building, a tall Asian man of about 21 with spiky black hair and a wrinkled suit, fidgeted with the messenger bag that was flung over one shoulder. It kept slipping, but he didn't lift his other arm to correct it.
The other arm, he favoured, -his face crinkling with a slight wince when he moved it,- was bulky under his suit sleeve. The reason for the restricted movement and ensuing pain could be seen with a closer glance at his hand. A white plaster that encased his arm up to his palm like a very inconvenient fingerless glove.
His left eye swollen and a deep purple. A cut bisecting his eyebrow.
"Minho, why are you going to work?" A female voice shouted.
He turned to look behind him, towards the voice he recognised. Brenda.
He took a deep breath and grinned at woman who was about two thirds his height and sporting wild brown hair. She wore running kit of joggers and a sweatshirt in black and florescent yellow. Her hair coming out of a low ponytail. She bent over when she got to him, catching her breath. After taking a drink from her water bottle, she hugged him gently.
"What are you doing out of hospital?"
"Couldn't take anymore. All that poking and prodding and fussing. I signed myself out this morning."
"You could have a concussion"
"I wouldn't give that shank the satisfaction." he grinned, his black eye creasing.
Brenda's gaze flashed with confusion. She had a feeling that Minho was being deliberately mysterious, just to get her to bite.
"Are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to guess?"
His grin widened.
"Work think I'm still in the hospital. Buy me a drink, and I'll tell you everything."
20 minutes later, they were sat a table in a small bar on the other side of town. She had water whilst he held a soft drink, much to his distain. He was under threat of another black eye, unless he stuck to the instructions on his medication.
"Ok, spill it." she said, waving her drink in front of his face. "How drunk were you?"
"A couple of beers, that's it. Why do you assume that it was my fault?"
"Because you're a moron sometimes" she said bluntly.
Minho rolled his eyes at her and took a large gulp of his drink.
"I was climbing through a bedroom window."
"Thomas'." He said matter of factly, like it didn't matter that she had once dated his boyfriend.
"Why were you climbing through Thomas' bedroom window? You know that that's dangerous." She sipped her drink slowly. "And he has a vicious flatmate." she added as an after thought.
"Where would the challenge be without the guard dog?""Don't let Gally hear you say that. He'd do a lot more than just give you a black eye."
"Are you going to let me finish? I'd climbed through the window and was saying hello like we always do."
"You've done this before?"Many many times." He smirked at her.
"I take back the moron, you are officially insane."
"Slim it Brenda, do you want to hear this or not?"
Brenda rolled her eyes as if to say, carry on.
"Anyway, he pulled away suddenly and punched me in the face. It was like a train had hit me. I wasn't prepared for it ok. I flew backwards and fell out the window. I fell two storeys and landed in a bush."
"You made out with Gally, didn't you?" She laughed
"It's not funny. In my defence, it was dark. They must have swapped rooms and not told me"
"Or you could have climbed in the wrong window. Didn't you notice it wasn't Thomas?"
Her laughter getting so loud that people started staring.
"Didn't get much of a chance." Minho spluttered
"Was he a good kisser?"
"Brenda, do you realise how much it hurt? It was a two storey drop."
She continued laughing at him as his chair screeched across the floor. Even more people stared this time.
"What are you going to do when you next see him, kiss and make up? Hey Minho, where are you going? You didn't answer my question?" She shouted as he made a bolt for the door.