Chapter 3
Long Ago![](https://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkve3tAmSr1qjloaeo1_500.jpg)
[FLASHBACK]
- Excuse me, but that girl, do you know what school she goes too?
The ahjumma behind the counter thought for a second.
- Do you mean our Shinbi?
- Yeah, do you know her?
- Ah yes, she goes to that high school across the road.
- Thank you!
I liked that she was playing hard to get, I loved those kinda girls. They were chic and tough from afar but as soon as you got close they followed your slightest wink. A plan was starting to plan in my head.
Shinbi POV
- Shinbi, someone left a letter to you.
I walked towards the old woman whom I’ve learned to call grandma. She smiled and my cheek.
- Did you have a good day at school?
I nodded and looked at the letter with my name on it.
- Who is it from?
- That handsome man you were talking to the other day, he came in this morning and asked me to give it to you.
She poured me a cup of tea and I sat down at the table I always sat at.
“Let’s meet here tomorrow, 17.00, I’ll be waiting.
/ Seung-Hyun”
I put it back into its envelope. What on earth could he possibly want from me?
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I didn’t want to meet him and it bothered me that I couldn’t go to the safe coffee shop. I wasn’t comfortable around people and I could never think of anything to say. I sat outside of the school library reading. I didn’t like being alone. Most people thought that about me but I liked being near people I know, like grandma, she would sometimes drink tea with me when she wasn’t busy but she never forced me to talk. I disliked being at home since I was so lonely. Grandma offered so many times to let me stay in her house but I decided to live in the small apartment I had.
I shivered because I was cold. 19.00, he couldn’t possibly still be there. I walked towards the coffee shop and peeked through the window and was shocked by the fact that he was still sitting there. I sighed because I wouldn’t be able to see grandma today and I just walked back home.
Seung-Hyun POV
17.20, I laughed because this was so typical, being a half an hour later. Women are funny that way.
17.45, oh come on, don’t you think you’re overdoing it?
18.20, she’s really not coming?
- Ahjumma, did you give her that letter?
- Yes, I saw that she read it as well.
Was she seriously standing me up?
When it was 19.30 and the coffee shop was closing, I finally gave up. I quickly wrote her another note before leaving. What a waste of my ing time.
I didn’t know why I sat there waiting for her, or why I left her another note practically begging her to meet up with me. She was intriguing somehow.. I liked beautiful things and I guess I kinda collected them. Her ignoring me made me want her even more. If she just had come today, then she would have saved me so much time. I could play for a while then when I got bored I could find someone else. Aish, this girl is so annoying.
Shinbi POV
I got up extra early the next day so that I could go and meet with grandma. I opened the door and the smell of coffee hit me. I used to avoid coming here in the morning since it was always packed.
- Shinbi, why didn’t you come yesterday? Did something happen? Aigo, I was so worried.
She hugged me tightly before making me a cup of coffee.
- Have you eaten?
I shook my head and felt how my stomach started to scream for food.
- You know, that boy sat here and waited for you.
- I don’t know what he wants…
- Aigo, you innocent girl, he likes you of course!
Liking me? No way.
- You should at least talk to him, it wouldn’t hurt to make some friends right?
- I wouldn’t know what to say…
- All girls feel like that, it goes away so fast.
A customer called and she quickly gave me a letter.
- He left this yesterday.
I looked at it and somehow I was nervous over opening it.
“Yah, don’t play hard to get, I’ll be here tomorrow as well. Don’t keep me waiting this time :)”
Yah? Who does he think he’s calling yah. I was fuming with anger as I wrote him a response. Who does he think he is?!
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