For You ;; yuyeon

Up on the date

Minnie and Soyeon have been at Dalla Dalla since lunch, their meals not completely finished in front of them at the table, the rest of the fries that are already soft and ugly looking serving as a distraction for the producer, who sticks them with a fork while continuing to speak her monologue out about how weird it is that Yuqi suddenly disappeared while they were talking the day before, after spending hours exchanging text messages.

"But she didn't text me back since yesterday," she finishes, dropping her chin over her palm, her arm spread across the smooth wood.

However, when she remains unanswered for a long time (not even a sigh or a whisper), she looks to the side and finds her friend with her eyes locked on her own cell phone, her fingers typing frantically and her mouth making different expressions while her concentration is entirely aimed at whoever is the victim of her insistence.

"Can you take your eyes off your phone for a second or what?" She asks, barely believing all the time she has just lost by talking so much and not being heard.

"Stop being a bitch," Minnie says without moving a single muscle, but sighs and looks back at Soyeon when she hears the whispered complaint, finally turning off the phone screen. "Ok, listen up, you big dumb blondie. She probably stopped replying you because of the twins she's babysitting, in case you've fogotten."

Soyeon, as the great paranoid she normally isn't (this is all Yeji's fault, by the way... She has been looking weirdly as Soyeon and maybe she convinced Yuqi to give up on their date and ghost her) insists. "It takes one second to send a good night text. Or good morning text. Or any text at all! She's been offline for fifteen hours!"

"Have you ever babysit one kid, Soyeon?" Minnie looks really serious now. She has some experience as such thanks to the time during her adolescence that she spent working as a babysitter for the children of the neighborhood and the ones from her parents' friends, to save money for whatever she was going to do with her future.

"No."

"Then let me tell you something: it sucks," her face follows her words. "They take all of your patience and call your name every three minutes to ask you to do a bunch of simple stuff that, for some reason, they cannot do on their own. And make it double 'cause it's two kids we're talking about here."

To Soyeon, Minnie seems like she has been triggered and is about to freak out.

"You know you're flirting with a kindergarten teacher, right?" The blonde asks, her eyebrows raised.

"Nobody is perfect," her duality is there again, making her shrug and returning to not care, her eyes turning to the bright screen again. "Now quit envying me for having a more evolved romantic life than you."

"I hate you," Soyeon declares.

"You don't."

"I do. I really do."

"Your girl is here."

The producer's head lifts in the same second and turns to the diner entrance, where Song Yuqi, dressed in light denim shorts (Soyeon told her to wear something loose or baggy) and a brown cowboy jacket over her white blouse, just came in by, and is surrounded by two girls half her height in the same blue dress.

Yeji reaches them first and acts too excited, saying something to her daughters and then to Yuqi, and raises her index finger to warn that she'll be right back, just before leaving them there again to turn to the kitchen, and that's when Soyeon gets up and approaches.

"Hey," she hesitantly says.

"Soyeonie!" Yuqi smiles. "Girls, come and meet Soyeon," she waves until they are there, in front of the blond adult, one of them blushing shyly and barely keeping her eyes up and the other one too amused to let herself be embarrased. "Soyeon, this is Chaeyeon," the shy one murmurs something very quietly. "And this is Chaeryeong."