A swirled design within the crown molding had become my focal point that evening in bed. The detailed ceiling design may have had the attention coming from my eyes but my brain was completely occupied with thoughts from todays earlier events.

When she had come back, Christine had made it seem like nothing had even happened. Better yet, So Eun and herself carried most of the conversation that occurred at the table.

Figures.

Jason and I had spoken enough to last both of us an eternity of misery and discomfort while the two were away. I may have it bad in some aspects but Jason has practically loved Christine for twenty years.

Somehow he’s putting his feelings aside so she can be with me because he believes the both of us are in love. But if he only knew the truth. That and the fact that she isn't in love with me!

The rest of lunch was hard and the drive back to work was even harder. It was insane to actually claim my judgments hadn't changed after Jason confessed all of the little details that made up Christine. And those were probably only a quarter.

Maybe even one-eighth of things.

A part of me wanted nothing more then to take her aside and apologize for being such an aggressive, overbearing . That wasn't the last of it though. All the time in the world wouldn't be enough for me to apologize about the current predicament we've become stuck in. How the last few days have been stressful and dry in comparison to better ones.

All of these things to say yet I can't get myself to say any of them. Why you ask? Mostly from shame. And how could I not be? She knows so much more about me than I even know about her.

Everything is too much to take in and all of these things that can’t be made into clear words have now turned into a moment of reflection with myself. And for now that’s all they will seem to be.. At least for tonight.

When I woke up this morning, I looked like hell! I was worried about Seunghyun all last night. He looked sick the whole time at work and even when we came home, he said he was going to sleep early. He left so quickly, I couldn’t even ask him if I could get him anything.

I thought maybe he was worried about what happened back at the restaurant but he didn’t even mention it when I got back so my only other guess is work is driving him crazy.

Surprisingly, he’s taking it a lot more seriously now and with so many things going on with the two of us, of course he’d be getting sick. This makes me realize I need to start taking better care of him. I’m slacking. As if I didn’t have enough on my plate, now I’m getting lazy.

Great going Christine, add that to your resume when you get fired from being secretary and daughter-in-law. Insert a never ending failure to that as well! Kill me now.

But back to the point. My boss aka fake fiancee aka crush? Okay I’m not in junior high so crush is not it. Would it be a guy I find more than attractive? Potential real boyfriend? Husband Worthy? What the hell is he? Okay I’m off topic again. Get your brain back in check!

Tea! I should make him some because its warm and it’ll make him feel better. Plus it’s much easier to make than soup right now on short notice. Only thing is I don’t know what kind to make him because I don’t know what kind of sick he is...

You know, like ginger’s good for the stomach and nausea. Chamomile calms you down so thats great for stress and headaches. But peppermint with lemon is great for oncoming colds! And now with all the history of tea benefits made known, maybe I should mix everything together and see what happens. Yes, that shall work; assortment of herbal tea it is!

I was so busy creating my next biggest science experiment that I didn’t realize the upcoming footsteps making their way into the kitchen. I only looked up once to give him a nice good morning but I had to do a double take of his gloomy facial expression.

His head was hanging low as he sulked in some kind of dark place. Then his hand proceeded to rub one eye before leading down to scratching his chest like some kind of cave man.

As if his bed hair wasn’t enough to strike my fancy, he pushed me over the deep end by letting out a groan that caused a surge of heat to take over my entire core. That wasn’t supposed to be y but it was.

“Are you okay?” he asked breaking my slightly erted thoughts.

If only he knew the things I was thinking right now..

“Huh? Me? I’m fine! I should be asking you that! You look horrible!”

There’s the word vomit for you. Nice going.

“Uh. Thanks. I guess..” he replied somewhat in disgust.

“That’s not what I meant..” I was the one sulking now. “I just meant you look sick. Are you okay?”

This aura of darkness still seemed to surround him but I couldn’t explain this other vibe I was getting from being around him. He had this look of sadness as he looked me in the eyes. But at the same time that sounds absurd.

“I don’t know.. I feel nauseous.”

Ginger Tea! I should have made that!

“But my head is killing me too.”

Chamomile! I knew that was the better choice.

“And my throat is starting to get scratchy.”

Honey? With peppermint?

I think this mixture is the best since he doesn’t even know what he is. I might even throw in an orange for the heck of it and he’ll be set up with days worth of Vitamin C. Good thinking, cure for sickness and potpourri.

“Oh well, I sure hope you aren’t coming down with anything.” Surprisingly, he flinched when I placed my palm over his forehead to check for fever.

“I’m fine..” he said before pulling back. “No breakfast?”

“I can make you something now, I didn’t want to wake you up so I--”

“It’s okay, just forget it. I’ll have toast in the car. I’m going to jump in the shower so be ready to leave in a half hour.”

I let my concoction steep as I let his random cold attitude do the same to my emotions. Not that it was anything new between us at times but occasionally the bitter mood takes a toll on a person, myself included..

Thankfully it wasn’t as bad in the car ride to work but something is stirring around in that mind of his. I know it!  Maybe the sick feeling has gotten to his brain cells already.  

But despite his moodiness, I went on to play nurse as I hand feed him two slices of toast and forced him to drink tea that made the sides of lips pucker.

“Medicine isn’t supposed to make you happy, it’s supposed to make you feel better so drink up.” I commanded as if he was a small child.

“I was already nauseous and you're giving me this? Maybe I was wrong, there is something you’ve made that tastes gross, I just didn’t think it would be as easy as messing up tea bags.

“Oh shh and eat this!” I silenced him with an orange slice and then fed one to myself. “These are sweet so it’ll help cut the bitterness. Plus if you don’t want them, I’ll eat them. I could eat a whole bag of oranges in one sitting because they’re my favorite.”

I waited for a witty comeback because he always had one but when I looked over at him staring at me somberly, I immediately felt uncomfortable. And it only got worse as that dull, solemn face turned into a smile.

“Oranges are your favorite? I didn’t know that. What about a fruit you don’t like?”

It was creepy how his facial expression turned so easily and at the same time, I also didn’t believe the happy face for a minute. But I wasn’t going to make that known until I got to the bottom of where this conversation was going to lead me.

“Um.. Pears because I think they try too hard to be like apples and they can be mushy. And honeydew because it smells weird.”

He laughed a moment and went on to ask another question. And another. And another. You see the pattern here?

“Okay wait, why didn’t you tell me we were going to play 20 questions and all of them would be about me.”

“I didn’t realize that either but I’ll only ask you one more thing.”

“For someone who doesn’t feel well, you sure do ask a lot of things.”

“Oh really? Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Since your curious, I’ll just ask something that’ll answer both my questions. Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t want to eat at that restaurant yesterday if you knew it would make you sick?”

“I didn’t know it would make me sick. I got really bad food poisoning once for three days so I prefer not to eat it in case. Just because I don’t like something, doesn’t mean I have to force other people to do the same.”

“We could’ve gone somewhere else but the point is, you could’ve told me before that you didn’t like it or at least pushed away the food when I offered it to you.”

At this point I was overwhelmed with extreme nervousness. I didn’t understand the point to this question or all the ones before. Yesterday seemed to happen through the same emotions.

I felt nervous. I felt like a liar. And a bad person but worst of all, I didn’t want to make the one I care for the most to feel the same. It was bad enough I had to go through this so why allow him to take all of that on top of everything else he