~Woo min~
The phone kept buzzing in her pocket like it was possessed, Anning's name flashing over and over, probably a mix of panicked texts and voice notes that would make anyone want to hurl the thing into traffic.
Hana stared at the screen, jaw tight, thumb hovering like she was debating whether to block the number or just smash the phone against the nearest bench.
"Fuck it," she muttered, killing the call again and shoving it back in her coat. "I'm not doing this tonight. Not answering, not explaining, not listening to another lecture about how I'm the worst person alive because I dared to breathe without permission."
I raised an eyebrow, still sitting on the swing, legs spread from where she'd been standing between them a minute ago. "So what's the plan, genius? Sit here freezing our asses off until we both catch pneumonia?"
