Homeless Vain

39

"Must you sit here with me?" I glared at the demeanor across me at the table. His presence wasn't anything but testing on my patience which surely was running thin by now.

I already regretted my choice of life when I told Sangyeon that I'd be in Evelyn's cafe to cover up all the time I'd wasted while being sick. I thought he was concerned when he asked how I was doing.

But, no.

He'd planned to mess up with my life by sitting at the same table with me, sipping on the cold iced Americano and intimidating me with his sharp gaze when he uttered, 'How many pages have you written?'

"You look extra focused when I'm sitting here," elegantly sat with legs crossed, both his hands clasped over his stomach.

Speaking of a rich CEO, he did look like one.

Nonetheless, he was right. I felt it too. He's here with me somehow had me extra focused, halting myself from thinking about Kevin who still hadn't contacted me yet until today.

What did I do wrong?

"Woah Ivy, your fingers move faster than my legs doing a 200m run in track," Jacob chimed in as he stopped by after delivering an order to the nearest table. By the witty remark, Sangyeon laughed, enjoying the moment I was suffering.

"Shut up!" I attempted to hit him on the stomach but something about Jacob's waist seemed so flexible. He managed to dodge me. "For my mental health, someone please take him away."

"Why? He can join us here," Sangyeon added, in which I gasped rather loud.

"Oh you two have been friends now," I sarcastically rolled my eyes, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Do whatever you want but please let my brain work. I have lost everything."

I didn't lie. In between those days, I spent wondering why Kevin suddenly distanced himself from me, recalling every possibility that probably had led him to hate me or whatever it was called, I found myself crumbling to the ground.

Had it been for the deadline I'd dealt with Sangyeon, I was thinking of letting this work be abandoned.

Was I not professional or was this kind of matter affecting me?

I barely slept these days, every so often woken up in the middle of the night, checking in case Kevin had texted me. Surely, I could've texted him first but what had happened that day made it slightly awkward to start a conversation.

Perhaps, he feels the same thing?

My head seemed to have been distracted again. Kevin was the only thing occupying that I almost forgot where I was right now.

My fingers were hovering over the keyboard without moving nor did I know where I should move them to. People passed by our table, talking about something only they knew, but all were muffled in my ears.

The only thing I heard was the bell over the entrance jingling and someone probably was entering because faintly, I saw Sangyeon move his head, glancing over the direction.

"Ivy, do you have any plans today?" suddenly he asked, taking me back to reality. My brows furrowed at him who was leaning forward on the table as if he was intended to whisper. "Did you plan to go on a date?"

"Date? What date?" I questioned, also in the act of whispering.

"Oh... So is this a coincidence?"

"What is?" my eyes widened as we came closer to each other in the middle of the table.

"Ivy."

Someone called me from behind and Sangyeon's tensed face relaxed as he looked up at the person who was towering behind my back.