VOTE FOR MY STORY TO BE FEATURED :) JUST CLICK THE ARROW BESIDE THE STORY TITLE. THANK YOU!     Chen and I are in the middle of eating our favorite pastas. We went to the movie house earlier and watched a really funny movie. We both laughed until we cried. Chen’s really fun to be with. I never thought he would be at first because I thought he was kind of the boring type but I stand corrected, Chen is a really nice, humorous guy. I must say business men are fun to date. Well, some are annoying like Lay but I still I had a great time when we dated.   “Enjoying your food?” Has Chen been staring at me this whole time?   “Yeah. It’s delicious. Thanks for taking me here.” Chen gives me a charming smile.   “Do you sing?” Me?   :::   Chen took me to a “noraebang” (karaoke) place after dinner. I am not a really good singer and this is not the place for me. I think I sound like a dying pig when I sing. Chen sings very well by the way. His voice is angelic and it’s the total opposite of mine.   “You’re turn to sing Sun Hee.” Chen keeps on giving me the mic and I keep on saying no. I don’t want to sing in front of him. Not while my voice sounds like a crying pig that’s about to die.   “I’m fine Chen. I’m not a singer. You sing. You’re voice is great compared to mine.”   “Oh come on! You should sing. Have fun!” Oh my God Chen, please don’t ask me again.   “No I can’t sing.” If he asks me again, I’m going to leave.   “Aww. I really want to hear you sing but you’re my boss so I’m not going to ask you again.” Good. Very good.   Don’t ask me to sing if you don’t want to hear my dying voice.    :::   The next day, I arrived at the office with a lot of things to do. Papers and files were on my desk and I am obliged to finish this and that as soon as possible. I didn’t see Lay today and it’s kind of weird. When we were in Italy, he’d always talk to me as much as possible but now he’s not doing all that.    I’ve worked hours and hours and still I don’t have any interruptions