LUCK & SECRET

CHAPTER 5

A Weird Person

"Ring! Ring! Ring!

When I hear my phone ring, my left eye opens. It's currently midnight. Who would call me at this hour? I pick up my phone. I'm not familiar with this number. After three hours of crying, I saw myself in the mirror, my eyes red and puffy. Not again. That is why I shouldn't sleep after crying. I have to wait a few hours for this.

The phone rings once again. I'm wondering who it is. If my phone rings again, I'll answer, it may be an urgent matter. My phone has rung three times now. I immediately answered the phone without saying anything.

[Hello, is this Miss Park Yujin's phone number?] The sweet, deep voice of the man who had called me caught me off guard. His voice was soothing and warm.

[Hello, is anyone in there? Hello.] He says gently.

[Y-yes hallo, I'm here] I say as I snap back to reality. [Who is this? Why are you calling me at midnight?] I ask.

[I'm sorry for interrupting you, because of my busy schedule, miss. That's why I'm just available tonight. By the way, I have your sketchbook; do you want me to return it?] He asks politely.

I double-checked my bag. [How can you have my sketchbook? I still have it in my ba––.] I realized when I saw that my sketchbook was not inside my bag.

[If you can't find your sketchbook in there, I did bring it now; in fact, I'm just in front of your place.] He explains.

My thoughts had gone blank. How can someone come at midnight only to return my sketchbook? It is really important to me, but what about him? Why is it midnight like this? I peered out the window. No way! He's definitely here.

[What do you mean? I still have it in my backpack; that's not my sketchbook.] I attempted to be calm.

[Oh, if it isn't yours, who has this number? This sketchbook was wonderful; the more I opened it, the more amazing sketches I found. Wow, your imagination is too wild, miss.] He teased.

I went silent for a minute and started sweating; don't tell me. He didn't see my sketch until the last page, right? I began to panic.

[Is it not yours, right? It's fine if I go to the police or just ask people in social media? If I posted this, you'll be a famous artist. They'll know you because of your ID Card in here too.] He insists.

[My ID–.] I suddenly jump from my bed and I have to go down to take back my book before he tells people on social media with my ID on it! [Wait, I'm going down now!] Gosh, I can't believe he saw that how embarrassing! I running to down as soon as I could.

He's here. I see a man wearing all-black clothing, including a mask, hat, and black sunglasses, who seems similar to someone I saw before in the library. I almost mistook him for the same guy, but he wasn't since they had different voices. He approached me to step by step. I took a step back from him.

I extend my right arm and show all my fingers. "Stop! Stay where you are and don't get any closer!" I yell at him.

"Why are you giving me the stop-hand signal? How can I offer it to you if I'm not getting closer? "Do you want me to just throw you this book?" He shouted from afar.

"Sir, please just put it down my book." Gamsahamnida!" I shout at him and bow to him from afar.

I can see him lowering his face into his hands because of my attitude. Is he face-palming? I wonder why the man is just silent, and his right hand is tucked under his waist. Is he hiding the sketchbook? My eyes were wide open because he unexpectedly turns around and begins to run. "H-hey!! Where are you going?" I panicked and began running after him.