Ha-na promptly stepped out of Ji-hoon's car as soon as he brought it to a halt. Her house was only a few minutes' walk away, and she wanted to get right to it.
The subtle slam of the car's door told her Ji-hoon had also alighted.
"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" He asked, but Ha-na made no attempt to answer him. All she wanted was to forget him and what had happened between them on the cruise ship.
"Oh Ha-na." He called out to her again, but she just kept walking, her hair damp and with a jacket draped around her shoulders.
Ji-hoon's eyebrows drew together in frustration, and he sighed. He took several long strides towards her, grabbing her arm.
"I'm talking to you."
Ha-na whipped around, her eyes blazing with a wrathful fire. She briskly snatched her hand away from his grasp.
"As far as I'm concerned, we have nothing to talk about." Her reply was brusque.
One long, black, shapely brow climbed higher than the other on Ji-hoon's face. He snorted. "Really now, Ha-na?"
