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❝ From who? You? Nuh-uh. ❞ Flecks of delighted laughter dance in her gaze as she subtly leans forward. ❝ ‘Fess up, Jason! We both know you adore me way too much to deny me of my guilty pleasures. ❞ For added emphasis, she takes a very generous bite from the chocolate brownie he’s grasping, raising her eyebrows impishly. ❝ Thanks for the treat! ❞

"Anyone who’s ever met me knows that the answer is yes. I love other people’s hospitality and I’ll definitely help either that person or whoever is cleaning up. I like being around people and spending time with them."

"I hope you know you’ve made a terrible mistake,” she said, wondering why the boy was so bored that he wanted something so silly from her. He said something about how they should try doing other things than just eating and watching television. Bullshit, in her opinion. Shaking her head, Jinah looked at her sketchbook and grabbed a pencil. “I don’t know how to fucking draw- can’t we just watch Netflix or something? I’m sure there’s a show I’ve yet to binge watch,” she said with a whine, reluctantly beginning what was meant to be a portrait of him. Now serious, she stood up straight, looking at him from time to time. “Hmm,” she said genuinely as she sketched. Her pencil was like a machine, drawing. Her tongue stuck out in seriousness, obviously concentrating hard. Her eyes went from him to the pad again and again, quick and fast. It was like a montage, small sounds of approval and disapproval leaving her from time to time. “Oh shit,” she mumbled under her breath, cleaning up a small part of her drawing. “Okay, here we go-,” she was so engrossed in her work as several minutes passed- maybe fifteen? perhaps twenty-five?- went by with ease. She finally broke a sweat, a single drop streaming down the face of her face. “Okay. I did it,” she said, turning the pad around to show him the drawing. However, it wasn’t him. It was a large, extremely detailed and accurate phallus, complete with pubic hair and a scrotum. “You wanted a portrait right? Well this is you- a dick! Now can we watch Netflix and eat some snacks?!” she said, trying not to laugh.

      “To argue, that’s the main point.” He pointed out, speaking from experience, even if it couldn’t explain everything outside of his work life. “They want to seethe over something, even if it doesn’t make any sense.” James tapped his index finger against the vodka bottle. “I’m sure their thought process is to make shit up, because we all know that solves everything.” With the bottle now in hand, he poured another shot into his glass. 

❂ - “Your observation, my friend, is already a huge step to redemption. If you need any, that is.” Gayoon let her chin bury in the soft cushion, its velvet texture as always calming down her tensed body. She invited the man to the second floor of her domain where most of the visitors would relax. They left the bookstore behind them and walked up the stairs to the area where she’d let guests admire the patterned carpets on the floor, rich curtains and a delicious aroma of her hookah. It was relaxing ( or at least she hoped ) and with her gaze calmly resting over the man’s handsome features Gayoon sunk further into the pile of pillows. “What matters is /now/. This very moment. The future won’t change if one doesn’t alter the current stream, don’t you think? If you want for your life to become less painful you should take those actions now. Life doesn’t stop for anybody. And you shouldn’t too. but who am I to advise you. I'm just a story teller.”