Chapter 2 

September 10, 2015. Early Evening.

Bomi POV

I finally made my way up four flights of stairs. ‘Huff Poof Huff’ With a last ‘Huff’, I take out my keys to open the door to my apartment. As I enter, I’m struck by a nice aroma. I take in the smell and try to register the aroma with the smell of foods in my brain. ‘Hmmm… Chicken stew…?’ Chorong comes out of the kitchen, and quickly walks up to me. With a mischievous smile, and a twinkle in her eye, she grabs me by the neck and pulls my head. *SMOOOOOOOOOOOOCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH* I gasp for air as Chorong speaks, acting like nothing happened.

‘What took you so long, Bomi-ah ? You were supposed to help me prepare the carrots and potatoes for the chicken stew!’

‘Sorry, Chorong-ah. I need to finish up a FoIA request at work.’ FoIA is Freedom of Information Act. Got that ?

Chorong raises her right eyebrow, and bats her eye. Gosh, what long, beautiful eyelashes she has. Oops. No time to think about that right now. I’m in hot water.

‘O-K. I believe you. You didn’t have any alcohol in your breath when I kissed you. So you couldn’t have been out drinking with the boys at the pub.’

‘And here I thought you kissed me because you missed me.’ I make an exaggerated sad face. Chorong punches my right bicep in response.

*Zssszssfffff…*

‘Oh! The stew!!!’ Chorong runs back to the kitchen. Ouch. I hope our dinner’s not burned.

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