III.

“Sica, we have to go now or the reservation’s going to be cancelled.”

“Stop whining.”

“Sica!”

“I told you to stop whining!”

He shook his head, sitting on the table and began belting out an old love song at the top of his lungs. Lately she’d been so stressed about the planning she’d hardly any time to go out with him. Therefore, Onew concluded, that it was okay to go crazy.

“Ugh, will you stop singing if I go with you?”

He nodded, still singing loudly.

“Okay, I’ll go.”

Jessica picked up her bag from the floor and he stopped singing, smiling smugly, “You liked that didn’t you?”

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did!”

“No.”

“Yes, now come on, princess, we need to go now or we’ll be late.”

“Fine,” she muttered, but she couldn’t hide the fact that the singing did bring a smile to her face. 

 I want a boy who will sing to me at random moments.