He watched her through the kitchen window as she hung the laundry in the backyard. They had retired as artistes years ago, yet she still looked the same-Poised, glamorous, beautiful, the epitome of perfection to him. As the setting sun kissed her face at an angle, she looked ethereal. Brown locks shoved into a messy bun with wisps of hair framing her face, porcelain skin flushed from staying out in the sun.

“What do you want for dinner?”

He thinks his noona will always be the same. Her first priority in life would be having delicious food. Even after years of cooking, or at least, attempts at cooking, she was only passable. Some people were born to cook. She wasn’t.

He could already see her digging through the freezer from where he was sitting in the living room.

“Do you want chicken fingers or nuggets?” came her muffled voice as she peered into the freezer in an attempt to find food.

“Noona, you do realize they are essentially the same thing right, they are just shaped differently” came his wise crack before he wilts quickly under her glare. If anything, she had perfected her death glare over the years.

“Well, if you haven’t broken your leg snowboarding, you could be eating real chicken and not mooching off us” Ji Hyo nags for the fourteenth time since he moved in three days ago. He counted.

As much as she complains, he knows she genuinely cares fo