Modern Pen Pals | ON HOLD

여섯 'yeoseot'

'Not me,' they say in sync.

'What- that's not fair!' I object.

'You were the last one,' Lisa explains.

'I didn't even know it had started, shouldn't you count to three or something?'

'Were you confused guys?' she questions and they both shake their heads.

'Fine,' I spit and leave the living room.

Damned the time I suggested for one of us to ask for lemons to the neighbour. It's two in the morning, I don't think anyone will answer the door.

I observe all the doors in my floor, first, trying to hear any sound from the inside, any slight chance someone is awake. As I approach one of the doors to listen closer, the door opens.

'Oh, fuck,' I blurt out, feeling the heart on my chest with my hand, 'You scared me.'

'I'm sorry, I'm taking the rubbish outside,' the woman speaks.

I remember I'm standing in front of her door, preventing her passage and move to the side, 'Right, I'm sorry.'

She's near the end of the corridor when I'm reminded of the sole reason I was prying on her door.

'Excuse me,' I say, trying to keep it low for the neighbours but enough for her to listen.

She turns around and I take that as my cue to keep going, 'Do you, for any chance, have any lemons?'

She chuckles and nods, 'Help me take out the rubbish and I'll give you lemons.'

I smile and run up to her.

As we stand in the elevator I have an urge to ask, 'Why are you taking the rubbish at this hour?'

'Why do you need lemons at this hour?' she speaks.

'Because I want to drink tequila,' I respond, unlike her and she laughs.

'I can see that you are a bit tipsy,' she affirms, 'I like to take out the rubbish when it's quiet outside.'

When we arrive at her flat, I stay by the door and she goes in.

'Here,' she says holding two lemons, 'Is it enough?'

'It's more than enough, thank you,' I smile.

I grab the lemons and before she closes the door I ask, 'Do you want a shot?'

She smiles back, 'Next time.'

Inside my flat music flows through the atmosphere and a few laughs come from the living room.

'Did you go buy them?' Elijah asks as I walk in the room.

'No, a neighbour gave me,' I answer, placing the lemons on the table next to the closed bottle of tequila.

'I went to check in on you and didn't see you,' he says.

'Awn little Elijah was worried about me,' I joke. I am definitely drunk, sober me could never.

His cheeks turn red and he looks down, so I put the focus back to me, 'I helped her take the rubbish out in exchange for the lemons.'

'You should have told us, something could have happened to you. Do you even know who she is?' Moonie blurts out, another person that talks a lot more when drunk.

I chuckle, 'What? Do you think she's a serial killer?'

'You never know,' he stares into my eyes and I know he's not joking, so I decided to leave the subject behind.