‘I say we run off now.’ Hyejin was so serious that I could only chuckle. ‘I’m serious unnie.’ she added, clearly offended by my disrespectful response. ‘I don’t like the way you look at her.’ Hyejin declares. ‘Are you jealous?’ I mischievously replied. A futile attempt to change the mood to become more lighthearted as she glares. I sighed. ‘Their similarities, the way she seems to have a dual personality, her damn eyes that see through me and makes me a mess, she is the 3rd lady who is going to have a hold on me.’ I simply stated. I brought Hyejin into my embrace. ‘I am scared that I reached this conclusion within a week.’ I whispered as her arms tighten around my waist. 

‘I am projecting. I am projecting and secretly in hope that the third time is the charm. I am exhausted with breathing. I am tired of fighting. If she wants to impose herself into my life, then maybe I should fulfill her stubborn intent. Let her meet all of me. The only man I trust somehow handed me ever so willingly to her. Who am I to say no?’ I rationalized my lack of logic. My mouth and tongue just formulating sentences and somehow I am speaking what I am feeling. Since I am not in control then maybe I should just wave the white flag. Let her take me as I am. 

Standing in front of her, I pat Hyejin’s head. In a way, it was to calm her down. In a way, it was to calm me down. Can I please gather some form of control back prior to going back to being under her gaze. When we stood in front of one another without any contact, Hyejin glances back at the main door of Café Le Beau. ‘At least, she is your kind of beautiful’. Hyejin says with a smirk. I smiled back as I got my good old y back. 

‘Go home. I will meet you there.’ I pat Hyejin’s head once more. She hugs me once more. Transmitting her strength, allowing me to gain back some form of control, I wished I love her more. The little bell of Café Le Beau’s door rings. The lady remains unfazed. She continued on washing the dishes. 

She offed the tap. Then meets my stare. ‘Shall we commence?’ I enquired. A millisecond of transition from her being taken aback by my initiative to the glee that I am confronting her head on. As I watched her slowly make her way back to the table, as I took the seat opposite her once more, I conclude that this lady is not within my control. 

With a smile of seemingly pure innocence and joy, ‘who are you?’ She simply asked and the second session begins.