"Hey Nam. What are you doing here and how come you are in my house?" – Yongsun

"Of course, I am here. What am I supposed to do in my free time?" – Eric

"I don’t know. You could go home and try to relax or go out with your friends." – Yongsun

"Silly. You know that I want to be always near you. To answer your question, your maid let me in since she knows me already." – Eric

Ufff. How annoying. "And what do you have in your hands? It looks like my post?" – Yongsun

"Oh, this? You are right, these are yours. I saw them lying on your couch desk, so I picked them up, but I swear I did not open them." – Eric.

"Good for you. How many times did I tell you to not touch things in my house?" – Yongsun

"I know, I know. I am sorry for touching your things without your consent." – Eric

As Eric handed the letter over to Yongsun, she could see that the first letter did not have an address.

That is odd. Yongsun thought. Who would send a letter without its forwarder? Normally wouldn’t the post not send a letter without its sender? Well, anyways I will have a look at it later. First I have to shoo Eric away. I know, that he wants to look after me, but it’s definitely not all right to storm in my house without me knowing about it.

"Thanks for bringing me my letters, which were laying in my house, on my couch desk. You can go now. I have some important things to do." – Yongsun

"If it’s alright with you I could stay a little longer and maybe help you with your important stuff." – Eric

God!!! Doesn’t he understand, that I don’t want him here? How more obvious should I express it?

"No, no. You don’t have to help me at all. All I want now is, that you are going out of my house. And for the next time you are coming here again, call me beforehand. I hate it when people show up unannounced." – Yongsun

"Fine. I will come again some other time. Maybe tomorrow." – Eric

Great, just ing great. Yongsun thought.

"Goodbye Eric." – Yongsun

"See you later, alligator." – Eric

Who says this bull?

As Yongsun closed the door, she made a mental note to tell her maid to never let Eric come in without her knowing about it.

She took the anonymous letter in her hand and contemplated from who this letter could be. Wheein? Hyejin? Irene? No, this couldn’t be right. Everybody who knows me has my number.

Yongsun put the letter down and went to the kitchen. She made herself some pasta and drank an exquisite red wine. Normally she would let her maid do all the work, but today she wanted to do the things herself.

As she sat down on her couch, she took the letter with her. She was now sitting on her dark, brown, leather couch and staring at the post. Her wine glass in the o