Getting a second chance at life isn't exactly as enchanting as it seems.
Sohee Young, who lived life like the callous person she was, dies. She gets another chance to live life correctly though, and that is by swapping lives with Lina Park, who die...
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"LINA," A PLEAD came from behind. I groaned and spun around. Why couldn't Philip come any faster?
"Andrew," I gritted out, reigning my anger in. "Now's not the time, okay? There's people around."
Not true. Hitting between 3-4 PM, rush hour passed, and customers crowded in bakeries and frozen yogurt shops down the open plaza. The front of our restaurant, though, remained deserted. No passersby, either, which called for a great timing on a talk not needed.
In another attempt to ditch him, I said, "Are you following me now? Or did you get fired?"
"Philip came by the other day," He stuck his hands in his pockets. "And... funny thing. He told me that you didn't care that I was gone."
"It's none of my business," I responded, tone clipped. Andrew paused.
"It doesn't have to be your business to care, you know," he said in a soft voice, concealing something. Hurt? It's not as if he cared about whether I was concerned about him or not.
"Well, your lack of sleep fiddled with your brain. None of my business means I don't care, Andrew. You wanted a private life, didn't you? I gave you one."
This. This was why I warned him. Why couldn't I compose myself around him? The childish antics had to come out, along with the hurt I'd suppressed over a little moment. Even I knew this was idiotic. Like this was the first time I'd been let down. Anyone else and I'd shrug nonchalantly and stare down at my phone, acting busy. But ignoring him a few feet away had been hard enough. Face to face?
"Do you remember that conversation we had? In front of the beach? When you asked me to share something personal?"
Deep breaths, Sohee. "Sorry. I don't remember going to a beach with a jerk. Must've been someone else you took out, huh?"
"So- I can explain," Andrew said. While avoiding him all day, I couldn't quite catch his appearance, but in front of me... I stumbled. Emma was right—he did look terrible. Catching my gaze, he attempted a smile.
"Did you even shower?"
He winced. "I get that you're trying to make me feel bad, but I hope you know I wouldn't come to your restaurant without showering."
Fine, I'd give him mercy. I stalked up to him and jabbed a finger to his chest, watching as he hung his head.
"Where were you this whole week?" I hissed.
"Busy," Andrew replied, interested in the concrete below us.
"You are not getting out of this one. In fact, you asked for this therapy session."
"Can we talk later, please?" He ran a hand through his ruffled hair. "When it's closing time? I promise I'll explain then."
