Restless in Seoul ✓

1.

Come to think of it, our lives revolve around numbers. 

The time of our birth, our ages, our marks in school and college, the price of the things we buy, the license plate of our cars, the phone numbers of the people we love– numbers play an important role in everyone's life. 

Numbers play a very important role in my life too. While being a financial analyst may sound boring to some, I tend to love my job. I've loved anything to do with numbers ever since I was a kid. Not to gloat but I would always bring home award certificates for excellence in Mathematics.

I, Song Jia am very good with dates and numbers, always have been. 

But the same Jia is now frowning at the screen of her smartphone in utter confusion. Her phone's contact list to be precise, a certain number there which I can't place.

The set of digits have been saved under a name I am not able to recall. I can swear don't know anyone by the name of 'Zzz'. Or maybe I do, but I really don't remember meeting the aforementioned person. 

 I've racked my brains enough to remember but I'm drawing a complete blank. Sighing out loud, I lean my head back against the sofa in frustration. 

They say having too much time on your hands is a curse and they are correct.

Even though my mom did ask me to apply for a leave, claiming that I overwork myself too much and that I will die alone as a virgin if this continues; what else can she expect from a workaholic like me? 

I can't just simply sit at home and twiddle my thumbs aimlessly, I need something to keep me going.
I am one of those restless people who cannot sit still with nothing to occupy their minds for too long.

I mean, what was even the point of her asking me to take a few weeks off from my office and spend my mini-vacation at her place if she was going to ditch me for running her restaurant? 

My mother is such a hypocrite!

 Not even twenty four hours have passed since I came here  to spend some 'quality time with my mom' and I just want to go back to my office and dive right back into work. 

To kill time and overcome monotony, I decided to transfer data from my phone to my laptop to free up some space. Even after that and a Netflix movie later I found myself bored to death so I decided to go through my contact list to reconnect with  my old school friends who I've lost touch with but instead, I stumbled across a contact number I don't even remember saving.

"Should I try calling the number?" I mutter under my breath but shake my head. I don't know who it might be. 

 Maybe some terrorist stole my phone and saved this and...ah stop it Song Jia! You must've finally gone crazy out of boredom!

"Ah, whatever!" I throw my hand up in the air and decide to chuck my hesitation in the 'fuck it' bucket of my brain and press the green call button.

"I am going to regret this, I have a feeling I will..."

It rings for a long time. Just when I am about to give up, someone finally picks up.