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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7 HOURS. 5 hours and 50 minutes by plane, and 1 hour and 1 minute by car, to be exact. And here my feet planted itself, right in front of PARK'S KITCHEN. The brick restaurant with its flashy sign and wooden doors I slide open was almost nostalgic as I entered.
"I told you, umma, we should shut the restaurant down— Hello!" Lina's steps faltered as I took my sunglasses off. Though the restaurant didn't have any customers—I arrived in time with its opening—the chatter silenced.
Maybe they couldn't believe that I had set foot in this place. Or maybe I was underdressed, practically in Lina's clothes.
"I'll serve her," Andrew interjected, eyes on me. I held his intense gaze, too, ignoring Hanna's protests.
"What! No, she's in my section! And you're supposed to be washing the dishes today."
"I think we should let Andrew serve," Lina hesitated, glancing between the two of us.
"I'll take whoever's available," I shrugged and sat down in one of the corner booths, careful not to scoot all the way back. Children loved stuffing or spilling food crumbs in the small silver lining between the cushion and the seat. And though the Parks cleaned it thoroughly, I had witnessed its horrors before I became pristine again.
"I'll hand her the menu!" Lina scurried over, pushing Andrew away as she ran towards me. "Ya, nuh seolgojie geutney." Hey, finish the dishes.
The retreating glance, a promise that he'd catch me later, caused me to avert my eyes to the menu. I raised both my eyebrows.
"New York gave you a backbone or something?"
At my statement, she flushed. "I'm just excited you're back. The elders and everyone were worried about you."
The elders? What were they doing, lingering around? Either way, Lina sugarcoated all her words, and I doubted any of the elders felt my absence.
Shutting the menu closed, I said, "I think I'm ready to order, and just so you know, I don't want you to take my order."
"Oh," she fiddled with the pen. "Okay! Let me close the restaurant for a second, then."
"Close the blinds, too!" I heard Imo call from the kitchen, followed by the clash of pans falling on top of each other.
"Is Emma coming?" I asked, taking Lina's phone out. Handed it to her. "You have mine?"
"Uh, yes." The blush on her cheeks darkened. When she didn't offer me mine like I thought she would, I smirked.
No wonder her timing was right on.
Her face told me that she'd been reading the one-sided romantic texts with Hajun. And when he sent Drive home safe text yesterday, she must have decided to reach out with one of her parent's phones.
"Are you allowed to close the restaurant? That's bad business."
"We usually don't have customers until an hour after opening, so it's fine. And this is just a precaution."
