Weekend past painfully, Irene didn't received any call nor message from Lisa. She finally concluded that the younger was only forced to involve Irene again in her life. Did Irene really forced her way? She doesn't know but it felt like it.
It was early in the morning of Monday. Irene usually looks forward on this day but knowing that Lisa won't be in front of her house, she couldn't help but to feel disappointed.
Thus, she locked the door. When she turned her body, she was surprised to see Lisa holding a cup of coffee.
"Unnie." Lisa softly mumbled.
"Hey." Irene weakly smiled.
"About last Friday, I didn't mean to-"
"Did your date went well?" Irene asked, she was rechecking her bag if she left anything.
"Huh?" Before Lisa could even processed, Irene was walking away from her, away from her motorbike.
"Unnie, I'm giving you a ride!" Lisa shouted, amused at how Irene can walk that fast.
"No need to. I miss taking the truck. Drive safe on you work." Irene said with a short glance.
Lisa huffed in annoyance. She started her engine to follow Irene, who was almost running.
"Please, let me take you to the uni." Lisa pleads.
"I'm sorry that I forgot that I have a dinner with you." Lisa honestly said and Irene clenched her jaw.
Forgot? Irene spent how many hours cooking and waiting for her.
"Please, just let me drive you to the uni." Lisa repeated. She was slowly driving beside Irene to keep pace with her.
"No need to. Actually, you don't have to do this everyday. I mean, not at all. You shouldn't." Irene sternly faced Lisa, her grip at her bag was so tight that her knuckles turned white.
"Why are you making this hard for me, unnie?"
"I am making this easy for you, Lisa." Irene continued to walk.
"I hope you had a great night last Friday with your date." She added. Lisa parked her motorbike in front of Irene.
"Why are you even upset?" Lisa asked, her eyebrows met at her forehead.
Irene suddenly felt cold. Her heart starts beating fast and her hands starts to fidget. She couldn't meet Lisa's eyes.
"Because I tell you everything but you couldn't- you couldn't even tell me that you have a date and chose to ditch me, forgot me-" Irene's voice was shaking. She wanted to cry but she wouldn't.
Lisa knew that voice, Irene probably didn't slept enough, she sounds tired and vulnerable. Hence, she pulled her into a hug, stuffing Irene's face into her chest as she hug her tightly.
"It wasn't a date." Lisa clarified in a low tone.
"I was with my manager, she just got back from overseas and she treated me for dinner as a tradition since I was a newbie. I promise you." Lisa added. For some reason, an image of an old woman with a protruding belly flashed on Irene's mind. She felt at ease.
She pushed Lisa from her body. She looked away and extended her hand.
"Helmet?" Irene mumbled shyly.
"What?"
"Oh, oh, okay. Uhm, here, unnie. Let me put it to you." Lisa said, grinning.
"We're good, right?" Lisa asked, but Irene only tilted her head to the side.
