Lisa
Holy shit. This seriously falls into the top spot of "craziest dates of all time." I can't believe we just crashed on a scooter along the Han River. And here I am, driving my date to the E.R.
I look over at her. She's looking down, nursing her swollen wrist. It's starting to turn blue. Does she really think she doesn't need to go to the hospital? I don't care what she fucking says, it's probably fractured. And she thought she could hop in her car and turn the ignition with that hand? Release the emergency break with it? Is she crazy??
I must be giving off a strange vibe. She looks up at me. "What?" she asks pointedly.
"Nothing," I say, smiling lightly. "Just musing over the fact that this is my first date to end in a trip to the emergency department."
She snorts, and I smile again. Despite my frustrations this evening, that was kind of...cute? "Well, it's my only first date to end in the E.R.," she confirms. "Not my first time by any means."
"Clumsy by nature, huh, Kim?"
She rolls her eyes. "You have no idea."
"What other time on a date did you go to the E.R.?"
"The time my heel broke and I fell down two steps and sprained my ankle."
My eyes widen in amazement. "You should really come with a warning or something. How exactly did I let you talk me into renting a scooter?"
She shrugs. "Scooters are fun. Anyone would've done it."
"Scooters aren't really my thing," I say. Although being pressed against her body had been a welcome surprise - she was warm and soft and her hair smelled like coconuts or something equally divine. Of course, my dick could never sit that close to her ass without wanting to come out and play. I swear, that thing is insatiable. And my buddy down there surely won't be getting any tonight - not with a long afternoon in the E.R. on the horizon.
"And what is your thing then, Lisa?" she asks. She sounds a bit...exasperated. I cock an eyebrow at her.
"I don't know. Quiet walks on the beach. Candlelit dinners. Something safe."
"Well that sounds extremely cliché and all, but sort of boring. What if the date's a total dud? Then what do you have to fall back on? You'll just be sitting in the sand staring at each other through candlelight, both bored out of your minds."
"Sorry, Kim," I say sarcastically. "Should I have taken you bungee jumping yesterday instead of out to dinner? I didn't realise you were a thrill-seeker. Then perhaps you could've broken both hands and your neck while you were at it."
God, this girl has such witty and sarcastic remarks that it's hard to control what I say around her. Hopefully, I'm not pissing her off...again.
"No, Manoban," she says, rolling her eyes. "I'm not a thrill-seeker. Scooters are hardly considered dangerous."
"I beg to differ after your little stunt today."
She ignores me. "Plus, I told you my hand isn't broken."
"And how would you know?"
"It feels different. Both hurt, but a broken wrist hurts more."
"You think after a while you might just be used to the pain?"
She glares at me. "This is the first time I've hurt this wrist."
"Okay then," I say, shrugging easily. "I guess we'll find out in...oh...a few minutes then, huh?" We pull into the hospital parking lot, and I park near the entrance of the E.R. Jennie starts laughing.
"Have you ever been to this hospital?"she asks, sceptical. "A few hours seems more accurate."
