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"You want to talk about it?" Jacob asks as he unlocks his car and I get into the passengers seat.
"Nope." I slam my door shut and he starts the car.
"Bucked in?" He asks and I click the strap to my buckle and stare out the window. It's pitch black ahead of us, and if it weren't for Jacob I'd probably be walking home by now and getting kidnapped to protect my ego.
Jacob's phone connects to the car's Bluetooth so instead of sitting in silence we listen to songs, mostly in English.
"Thanks for inviting me, I had fun by the way!" Jacob says as we drive in our neighborhood direction.
"I'm glad." I say. "And I'm sorry. You always seem to see me at my worst, I promise I'm not normally so nitpick-y like this."
"But I admire you." Jacob says. "You get mad when you want to and you speak up for yourself."
"You're a strange one." I shake my head. "Not many people consider arguing to be a charming factor."
"Well it is. And I hope Sunwoo can sober up enough to admire that about you and listen to what you say." Jacob says.
"Thanks. And you too by the way, I hope this Nayoung will see you for who you are."
"She used to. But anyway, with your help I think I'll be happy again in no time."
"You mean this isn't you happy?" I say with surprise.
"I think... im trying to hard now a days to be happy. You'll know when it's natural when you see it," Jacob grins.
I look at him with a different opinion now. He's no longer the happiest boy I've ever met, he's hiding just as many things as I am.
"You don't have to force yourself to smile, you know." I say. "I gave up on that long ago."
"You smile at me sometimes." Jacob points out.
"Well sometimesyou're funny," I reply.
Jacob laughs, "then same with you. I smile because you make me smile."
I notice my hands are no longer clenching the handle of my bag, and my anger is nearly gone.
"Here we are!" Jacob says and parks in front of my driveway. "And I'm just like a block away if you need anything. Oh! Do you have my phone number?"
I shake my head and he takes out a napkin and a pen to write his phone number.
"You're so old school." I say.
"What's wrong with a car napkin and a pen?" Jacob asks.
"Nothing, nothing." I crack a smile as he hands it to me.
"Call me if you end up wanting to talk." Jacob says. "I'm a good listener."
I fold the napkin and put it neatly in my bag. "Thank you."
