계집애

You’re so on top of things, I’m in awe and incredibly jealous.

I'm gonna crash and burn in like 2 months, there's nothing to be jealous of.

Wait, are you telling me you’ve already submitted all of your apps? Holy hell, MiYa, you’re on top of things.

Not all of them! My sister wouldn't shut up about it so I did most of them during the summer. The American ones anyway. I still have to take some placement tests in Korea before I can apply for those. But they're last choice anyway so it's whatever to me.

I’m sure colleges are going to dig that, though.

Mentioning all that in my applications never even crossed my mind. Damn! It probably could have helped a lot too since my SAT scores kinda sucked. Oh well.

I try, I try.

And you succeed, effortlessly at that.

You’re like, what, 17? 18? Your parents honestly expect you to run a hotel?

Yeah? I wish I was like, exaggerating or something but I'm not. I go out to Tokyo every few months or so to check up on it and I handle most of the office busy work stuff through my laptop. I mean, it's only been open since May so it's not too bad yet, and my brother helps with it a lot, but it's still my hotel.

Of course I’ll be spoiled with you on my arm.

Oh my god, like, that's so cute. You're so cute! This isn't like, a new revelation or anything but oh my god.

Jewelry, chocolates, and money will all work for me.

Jewelry, chocolates and money it is! You're gonna be so spoiled, babe.

Anymore? C’mon, MiYa, remember when you were the life of the party?

I know! And then I opened a hotel and had to start doing grown up stuff. So fucking depressing, like really.

See, you get to skip that step, because you already have all my love.

Much better! Though you really can't go wrong with Cinnabon. I'll just stick to my original plan of serenading you and showering you with jewelry and chocolates. Or was it money and chocolates? I can't remember.

Well, I don’t really have a squad to go with right now.

Ooh, good point. I'd offer my company, but the Underground isn't really my scene anymore.

Go for it. What's stopping you, yeah?

Note to my future spouse, don’t propose with a ring. Just offer me Cinnabon toaster strudel, and my heart is yours.

Duly noted.