"I think he likes me."

Sumin slipped into the room,

sliding the door shut.

She held small yellow and white flowers.

I looked up from my patchy winter skirt.

"Who?"

"Benjamin."

She turned a delicate shade of pink.

"Ben- Benji?"

"What?"

"The soldier who keeps visiting.

Your aunt calls him Benji."

"Oh. Yes, him."

Pinker cheeks.

She placed the flowers on the table.

She moved it to a vase.

"They're from him?"

I nodded at the vase,

placing the needle down.

She nodded.

"What're you going to do about it?"

"I don't know."

"Well."

I began to repair my skirt agin.

"He's good-looking.

Prettier than you."

She smiled, and crept back out.