“I didn’t know you like girls.”

Irene closes and puts down her fork. Luckily, the cake didn’t reach . Otherwise, it would be grazing the younger girl’s face by now.

Said girl is nonchalant, casually stirring her coffee. She looks up only when she notices the other girl’s silence.

“What-?” Irene barely finishes the question when Yeri scoffs right at her face.

Irene clears . How a 20-year old can treat her like they’re the same age is beyond her.

“Your statement isn’t even related to what we’re talking about.”

Yeri reaches for Irene’s discarded cake and takes the bite just lying there, waiting to be eaten.

“Mm-hmm. Nobody just notices how a girl can be so alluring – your words, not mine – even while doing nothing.”

It’s Yeri’s cake now, taking another bite. Irene doesn’t even notice it move away from her.

“I said,” Irene’s gaze pierces through Yeri, “she’s alluring when her pony tail bobs as she sings that little song about rude boys while washing the dishes.”

Yeri smirks.

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“Hi.”

Irene calls out as she throws her keys on the counter and removes her shoes. Wendy is nowhere to be found but Irene can hear the clattering of pans in the kitchen.

She finds Wendy in front of the open refrigerator. The orange light illuminates her face. Pretty.

“Do you feel like eating pasta today? Or do you prefer fried rice?”

She swallows when We