They eat the pasta together. She's talking about the drama she watched this afternoon, her facial expression changes everytime. He watched moving with too much talking, he kept his stare in that part of her face. Her lips are so inviting. He tempts to lean on her, but a ringing phone interupts his urge. Monae stands up, it's her phone. 'it's appa. I'll just answer it for a while' she excuses herself. She stands at the doorway of the kitchen, he is glancing on her back. She's still petite and y. Her tummy isnt yet visible. She's wearing a body fit shirt and shorts. Her creamy legs are very attractive, her hair was messily pulled up and pinned with a clamp. He felt his body getting hotter with the sight. He closes his eyes shuts, wagging his head. He wants to throw away whatever desire he has at this moment. Monae is just a friend, he always remember that. When he opens his eyes, she's back on the table, 'what's wrong?' she asks very worried. 'nothing, just a headache' jihoo