As I was about to leave with the cold curry, Miss Choi unexpectedly grabbed my shirt.
D-Do you want to h-hang out for a little bit, Park?"
"Huh?"
I was appalled.
H-Hang out? B-But your husband—"
"He won't be back…. Well until tomorrow." I couldn't help but notice that Miss Choi's eyes were dark like space, and I saw a little grin from her too.
"So let's spend some time together."
"Park❤️"
She dragged me to her apartment before I could answer.
She shut the door behind her.
"You can sit on the couch, Park." She gently pointed in the direction of the couch.
"O-Ok." I nervously walked to it and sat down.
(Sometimes seems off about Miss Choi but I can't wrap my finger around it.)
"I'll heat that up for you❤️" She grabbed the container out of my hand and walked to the kitchen.
"O-Okay."
I was sitting nervously, my body was stiff, and I was constantly rubbing my hands. I can hear the beep of the microwave in the kitchen.
