Aperture

20 Questions (plus 1)

'How about we play twenty questions?' I said to this man whom I had met just a few weeks ago. He works for Dispatch and I know I must be wary about him. But then, there was something about him that I could not place.

I wanted to trust him, but I don't know how I should and if I could.

'Are you sure?' he asked. as he looked at me, with eyes that seemed so innocent.

'Anything, just for tonight,' I replied. He smiled and then I saw he had dimples. He looked so cute in them, and I didn't know where I saw his face. He sat down on the chair of his small dining table for two, across me.

I was still wearing his jacket, but I felt cold so I asked him, 'Do you have any extra shirt here? I feel cold.'

He then stood up and took a plain white shirt, which was still wrapped in plastic. Unused.

'Here maam,' he said. I smiled at him.

'I won't accept that if you keep calling me ma'am,' I said, smiling at him. He smiled back and shook his head.

'Okay. Here it is, Yejin,' he replied. I took the shirt from him and he told me where his restroom is. As I was inside, I saw his restroom being very neat and organized. I thought he was something else, and I have to find that out. I got out of the restroom and went back to where I was to grant him the twenty questions I promised him.

'Are you ready, Bin?' I asked. He was somewhat embarrassed but he nodded.

'I hope I can reach twenty, Yejin,' he said, then he straightened up.

'Okay, let's get on it,' I said. 'I'm ready. Your phone recorder, turn it on.' And he did. I nodded at him and smiled.

'Okay, first. How do you feel right now?'

I smiled. 'At the moment, I am relaxed. Like I wanted to be for the longest time.'

'Why?'

'I have been working like a cow for the last 18 years,and I feel like I have to take a break, too. But then I am not complaining, because this is work, and I love doing it.'

'A lot of people are asking, what drives you in giving your very best every time,' he said. I looked at him as he wore his Oakley clear specs which really fit him well with his high bridged nose. He now looked the reporter I am perceiving him to be from Dispatch.

'The script, especially if it interests me.'

'How do you choose your scripts?'

I thought for a moment. 'I choose based on the storyline and if I have done the role already.'

'I can see you're diverse,' he said. This man has a lot of things the internet has already provided.

'Yeah, I like to try diverse roles. I don't want to be put in a box,' I replied. 'Bin?'

'Yes?' he asked, while looking at me, perching his glasses on the tip of his nose.

I smiled at the sight. 'You look cute in that,' I said, just to ease him up. He was shocked.

'Lighten up,' I said, and gave him my eyesmiles. I wanted him to feel at ease. Like how I am to him. It seemed to me that I am safe around him.

He took off his glasses like how Christopher Reeve did in Superman, and that only made him cuter than he really is. He eased a bit, and crossed his arms on his chest. He then leaned on the chair and we continued what we were doing.

'You can ask me your own questions. I'll answer them,' I said. He smiled and nodded. There really is something about him that I want to know.

'Have you ever loved someone?'