"And what is it?"
"It's a quantam physics theory in which a cube is fixed in another cube, congruent to the former which is inaccurate by Euclid's postulate."
"And what does it enable?"
"Shrinking of time and dimensions..."
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"Buckle up your belt." Sunoo buckled his own seat belt and commanded me to do the same.
He pulled the gear and stepped on the acceleration pedal. The engine started up and produced the car's movement.
He was wearing that white linen shirt, tugged in his denims that had its cuffs rolled up on his elbow.
His hands were pale white like snow with a soft glow and yet again had a veiny texture that had my eyes transfixed on him.
His lips didn't have that smile, rather a focus painted all over. He looked like the Winter Soldier, with short,trimmed hair.
I forced my hands to myself. They wanted to feel that veiny texture, rubbing against them.
It was again pouring with droplets that wet the windshield. The windshield wiper blades made a swiping sound that felt like a white noise under the pittering of the rain.
"Sunoo..." "Hmm?" "When did you learn to drive?" I whispered.
He raised an eyebrow at me and spared me a little glance before looking straight again. His face relaxed as his lips took pace to speak.
"I never learnt to drive. My foster sister used to tell me stories of vintage cars and their features. She knew everything about locomotives. I learnt just by hearing." His smile hid the sorrow his heart was trying to clench on but I could still read him.
His mind was a complicated system and his words a mesh of puzzling strings that had anonymous roots.
Sometimes he makes me want to believe in his obscure references because although undiscovered, they do make some sense.
I didn't realise when the time flew by as Sunoo stopped near the Sinchon roundabout to ponder on the next direction.
"It should be right to the roundabout." I said. He gave the right signal and steered the steering towards the right. We spotted the old apartment, some blocks from the turn, and headed towards it.
We got down as we reached and he took out the keys that, that man had given to him at the café; and unlocked the door.
The attic square was a small compartment which had crippled walls and dusty rooms. The bathroom had dark patches of limescales and algae.
"This place is disgusting." I scoffed at the house which I thought to be as pristine as distilled water.
"The previous tenant was a chain smoker." Sunoo vetted the black smoke stains, all over the walls that looked years old.
"And a heavy drinker." Sunoo mingled with the broken liquor bottles,that lay spread on the kitchen slab.
"This will be a tiresome task." I said, sweeping a little dust on my fingers.
"We'll need pressure cleaning for these stains. But where do we get that?" Said Sunoo.
"We need a big hose pipe and the cleaning solution. Detergent, vinegar, bleach and water of course." I remember Heeseung working a part time cleaning job in Busan. He would frequently make this solution at home and guess what, I learnt it.
