Season Two

            It’s been months since the fashion incident. Nature took its course and continued on every day, as if nothing changed. The leaves had changed colors and fell to the ground. The winter was bitter as ever like every year. Spring brought hundreds of blooming flowers, which the wind picked up half of their pollen like it did every year as well. Still, a lot was changed… that is… at least it was emotionally.

            Jay was still the bartender at the club and we still lived in that stupid apartment. I still worked as a designer, though I was finally done with the “intern” job; now fully dedicated to design.

Here was where it was emotionally different. Bobby and I would see each other often, but a smile was the only form of greeting we ever made. Bobby decided it was best for me to not be his intern. His words were, “You did well. You’re done now.” I felt as though those two simple sentences gave me very strong mixed emotions. The lazy part of me was happy I didn’t have to do pointless errands, but the lovesick part of me wanted to hold on the little connection we had left. It hurt so much more because those two sentences were naturally supposed to be positive, but it still felt like a knife was slowly slicing my heart.  

We became from irritated acquaintances to passionate lovers, and finally ended up as heartbroken strangers. How we ended up like this… it was just full of regrets. I hate my hardheaded nature, just breaking up with him when I was angry. Now my pride wouldn’t let me go back and ask for a second chance. I smacked the guy for crying out loud, but later would go back and ask him to be with me again? How could I do that?

So instead, the first few months were just thinking the worst about Bobby to get over him. Still, my heart quickly skips a beat the minute I see his smile across the room, which I knew my make-Bobby-a-bad-guy plan had desperately failed.

            From where I was sitting, the desk surrounded by many others, I could see the glimpse of Bobby as he walked out of his office with his assistant. I kept peeking at him, hoping he would look my way. But when he never did, I disappointingly looked back down to my sketchbook. I felt in my heart that Bobby was fine without me.

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            Bobby could see from the corner of his eye. HyunA’s head just barely peeking up as she watched him. Bobby held his breath, t