There are many different tastes in the world--but I cant help savoring yours as it sugarcoats my lips despite the bitter feelings, and Ill always want more of it. Foreword  Sakura peeked at the beautiful sharer of the tea shop surrounding good-tempered balm and allure as always.With her ebony hair strumming to cascade down in tame tumble, palm frolicking on her soft face, and vision quietly entranced by a scanty-cover she kept mildly viewing on, the younger girl almost stifled on her summery-mixed drink, utterly admiring.While the older woman apart from Sakuras table calmed her clandestine eyes on a novel that had a probable captivating volume to tell, muttering small and spelling another petty smile, the adolescent mostly never gossiped away from her jittery sight.Amidst the rambling bloom Sakura was about to murmur out of lacking poise, carelessly she entangled her gaze with the lulling woman from not afar.If she wasnt wool-gathering, the owner sprung her petty smile into a flourishing gentle one, beckoning her head to Sakura.That was all she was going to quiver for now, which was not quite sweetly esteemed.To the cherry blossoms lily-livered jump, the ebony-strung haired woman walked over to Sakura parting from her lone seat, eyes beaming pleasing glaze. The novel was left opened back, resting to the ambrosial atmosphere and spared fantasy to swirl into truth.Her mellow rose lips eased out as if she desired to chat with the fascinating flustered girl, being that her thought.It was as she wondered, the charming lady gaped daintily and a minute or so, she greeted the restless flower in a kind hum; "Hello, Sakura.""Um, good afternoon, Miss Bae." Sakura said timidly.Never was she to encounter a graceful woman stepping to her spot. She was, alluring the faint-hearted visitor by simple feathery approach. Well, she was doing so, and Sakura just shying away in blue just intoxicated the scene ill at ease, when she began to warm tension."Can I sit with you? Id like to have a short chat. Or do you mind?" Joohyun asked, with Sakura savoring in her laced cherry scent. Perhaps she may had a swift wind of plucking softly a tying strand of her tawny hair behind her ear, almost painting the stir of petty squeamish pink."Its not a problem, no, no. You may. I — I dont —dont mind at all." Sakura blabbered gingerly, eyes fluttering as her cheeks tinted scarlet dye. Feeling nervous was certainly tiresome for Sakura. And here she was outwardly about to shape an unwise impression of herself: stupidly clamped lips sometimes to stream tongue-tied mumbles, as well for profuse foot beating on the cold floor. The alluring woman laughed at her, peering over the nimble side of the cherry blossoms resting.Just then she swept such flattery to Sakuras shying talk; "You sure are pretty."