The renaissance of a romance

CHAPTER 13

Yeji's POV

"So let me get this straight, she's not the Yeji that I've dated since last year anymore?!" Ryujin's hands were pointing back and forth to the two of us.

"Mmhhm. You can go and fucking forget the thousands of flowers you've sent her every evening because she doesn't remember anything now." Yuna nodded in confirmation, she's not even feeling sorry for Ryujin, their friendship is weird.

It was a chilly afternoon in the docile streets of Greenwich Village in where the three of us decided to talk things down at the White House Tavern, an exquisite place found at the corner of an 11th Hudson street stoplight. I still can't wrap my mind around the truth that I was actually living in the 60s where vintage road bikes and old mustangs were the most advanced transportation you could ever get and The Beatles were still alive and young. Just imagine the culture shock that I am in. No. You can't.

Ryujin pouted after she heard Yuna's words,  maybe she was disappointed by the fact that her girlfriend just switched souls with a random girl from the future.  I mean who wouldn't flip right?

"But I know you from my other life though. You had the same face and name, the only difference is that you were a dancer and we had a . . . different relationship. " I told her with a skittish tone, it was awkward to be frank with her alright.

"Really? These twiggy legs can dance? Fuck, I feel so lame right now." Her doll like eyes were covered by her crinkling eyebrows.I snorted a laugh out of what she said, I didn't expect her to be this light-hearted and bright.

"Imagine how you'll be the lamest in the world if you didn't know photography." No one stopped Yuna's savageness.

I feel like the bickering has just started when Ryujin changed gaze, she was ready to fire back alright.

"At least I'm the best at one thing! And I'm not fucking single." Ryujin retorted the same attitude. 

I pursed my lips and tried holding back my laugh, I laid my back on the chair as I try to get a better view of this claptrap.

"And what are you trying to imply? Gosh! This audacity of yours! If it weren't for me you wouldn't date Yeji, you should be thankful." Yuna's eyes rolled over.

"I paid my debt remember? I wasted a whole day trying to get the model out of you. I even got your photos articled and printed on Times! You finally got the compliment you wanted from your family." Ryujin stated in response. 

So according to Yuna, It turns out that Ryujin here is dubbed as the best city photographer in town. She started doing photography when she was young and decided to stop studying at 18 and pursued an early professional career.

It was not a regrettable decision, I can say, because she's an in demand prowess. Yuna said that we've met roughly a year ago when our family decided to take photo cards for the holidays and she purposely got Ryujin for us because the gay desperately wanted to meet me.

Since then she sneaks off the window and give me flowers every time. We had the whole night for ourselves. Talking about everything under the heavens. We always stayed hidden in the dark to protect the precious bond that we had.

Hearing all of this about us, about her, and about our secret relationship made me thought of the great contrast that the bond Ryujin and I shared from my other life.

It gave me the glimpse of what we could've actually been if I didn't intoxicate our developing relationship with just lust and sex.

Nonetheless, the dancer Ryujin who smoked menthol and only smiles when she hears my name still haunts me every time. Her dominance, her cynic personality, and inhumanity just hangs me on the edge. Still a fucking discourse to my heart.