Manual of the prohibited

Chapter 2

"Oh! Sorry, so impolite. My name is Kim Jisoo." she extended her hand to greet.

I looked at her palm, waiting for me to take it, and so I did.

"Well, Jisoo. You know my name." I united my hand with hers and these merged like two gears made for each other.

The warm of her hand and her soft skin made the mischievous blush run through my cheeks again.

"Very pretty by the way." she smiled, referring to the name. The red intensified more. "How was the flight?" she asked.

"Tired," I sighed. "So if you don't mind, I'll sit down to wait for Jennie." i said and let my body slide down the beige wall until reach the gray, carpeted floor. It kind of was a sad place to live.

"Does it bother you if I wait with you?" she muttered.

"Of course not," I tried sounding casual.

She smiled and sat beside me, resting her back in that wall and crossing her legs on the floor. The jeans she had on tightened more. I looked away, ignoring the bunch of incoherent thoughts that my mind had produced.

I felt hunger and searched in my bag something to eat that I hadn't finished in the plane. Fortunately, i found a small package with a few chocolate cookies.

"Want some?" I offered.

"No thanks. Bon Appetite." She smiled. She looked at me as if I was something not common, but fun.

"I'm hungry," I shrugged, a little self-conscious.

"Please," she encouraged me to bite the cookie.

I ate in a fast way and brushed the crumbs that fell from it. I noticed how Jisoo looked at me.

"Do you miss Thailand?" She asked me.

"A little," I admitted. "Wait, how do you know I'm from Thailand?" i demanded to know. This girl sure knew a lot about me when she was a total stranger for me. Although it didn't scare me at all.

"Jennie told me, she told me a lot about you," she answered.

"oh," I laughed. "I hope they were good things."

"Don't worry," she smiled. "You're her best friend, what bad things could she say about you?"

"I don't know, maybe that I like to have breakfast in piyamas." I shrugged. "or that i like chocolate cookies with peanut butter."

"Eating in piyamas is comfy," she admitted. "And everyone has their weird tastes, I love chocolates with mint."

"That's not so weird."

We both laughed in between my hunger, biting again the cookie. The sound of our laughter didn't have space to be heard anymore as a very familiar voice shouted through the hall.