He was supposed to get ticked off by her reply, but he has gotten too used to their banters already that it just put a tiny smile on his face as he lowered his gaze to the ground. He thought she was witty though, wittier without the swearing. “Have a little faith in me. I could change. What’s more bothering? Is it because I smoke? I drag race? I draw? Drink too much sometimes? Ahh..” He snorted and glanced at her with a weakened smile. “Hypothetically, I will take her to my aunt’s new restaurant. It’s French themed and has a light ambience. After that.. It depends on her interests though.” He squints into the distance in elaborate thought. “If she likes music, I’ll take her to a concert or play the grand piano for her. If she likes art, I’ll take her to every museum here in Seoul. Why’d you ask?”
It had become a type of habit for her to consider a smile from him a victory. She certainly couldn’t explain why this was so, though it probably had to do with the fact that she found satisfaction in being the one to crack his typically cold expressions. And that rarely occurred— though it had been happening more often recently. “ Change, is that right? Color me doubtful. ” Her nose crinkled in distaste at the thought of his smoking. “ Mm, I suppose you could stand to smoke a little less. The smell sticks to you like glue. But, I’m only mentioning it because you did, too. Give me credit. ” The woman blinked slowly at his description, refusing to admit that he was yet again detailing her ideal. “ …Ah, morbid curiosity, really. No other reason… Your aunt’s restaurant sounds nice, I guess. But, what if she doesn’t like the piano? ” She loved the piano. “And what if she doesn’t like museums? ” She loved museums. “ What then? ”
“You don’t know what the future holds.” The creases of his eyes wrinkled slightly out of conviction when he replies and the lad purses his lips, “I didn’t think you disliked smoking until now.” He looked at her, wearing a brand new expression. Unreadable, but inexistent of menace. “Okay, I’ll give you credit.” He snorted, noting her reassurance that her questioning held no more meaning than mere curiosity. Is this negligence or density? “If she doesn’t like those…” He started to answer, “…I think I should get to know her better, then. More deeply, too – and find out more of the things that makes her anger and sadness disappear.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the hood of his car, and with gentle confirmation, he nods assertively. “I’d be willing to.. Because I know I would want to see her often.”
