“Yoboseyo? Lay? What’s up?”

“Can you hang? Meet me at Star Cafe, now.” he says, hanging up immediately.

Lay has been acting weird lately. I’m worried. I throw on some clothes and head out the door.

As always, Lay was already there. He’s always early. Warm greeting fly my way as I sit.

“Late.” he says, winking.

“Tch. You’re just early.”

We spent the rest of the day in the coffee shop, chit chatting about life.

I notice how distracted Lay is.