She's My Celebrity [New]

Inner Child

Yeon-Jae

I stepped out of the elevator and dragged my feet wearily towards my apartment. Another grueling day filled with back-to-back board meetings and the constant oversight of executives had left me drained again. I had only been there for a week, but I was already being flooded with work.

Despite my best efforts to conserve energy, the weight of everyone's expectations forced me to push myself to the limit. And despite being fatigued, I still had the chance to see Amalia but I decided against it. I decided to distance myself from her after what happened a week ago. I've been too careless lately and the fact that Mrs. Kim found out about her highlighted it.

I needed to distance myself from her to protect her because I knew Mrs. Kim wouldn't just sit there and do nothing.

As I walked towards my penthouse, my eyes landed on someone and I stopped in my tracks. She was standing in front of my apartment, holding a bag of what I could tell was food.

When she noticed me, she turned to look at me and smiled softly. She then walked up to me and held up her hand to show me the bag.

"I got fried chicken. Want some?" Amalia asked and I stiffened up, feeling a jumble of emotions, unsure of what to say or how to respond.

She raised her eyebrows, her face filled with curiosity and concern as her smile faded. "What? You're acting like you saw a ghost," she said and I snapped out of it.

"What are you doing here?" I finally blurted out and her smile returned. "I figured that you wouldn't come for dinner again today so I ordered some food for us."

"How did you find out which apartment I lived in?"

She pulled out her phone from her pocket with her other hand and dangled it. "I asked Mina, obviously. So, are you going to let me in or not?" she inquired, and I sighed as I walked past her and entered the password to open the door.

I then looked back at her and gestured for her to enter my apartment. The grin on her face widened as she walked past me.

I showed her where the kitchen was as she looked around. "Wow. This place is bigger than I expected," she said as she placed the bag down. Her eyes landed on the bay windows, prompting her to dash towards it.

"Wow, you were right. Your view is so much better than mine. You even have a balcony? Wow, I'm so jealous!" she said in awe and looked back at me.

The view of the city from me seemed to make her even more captivating. Perhaps it was the joy on her face or the way the light played off her features; I couldn't quite pinpoint it.

I didn't realize I was staring until she gently cleared her throat. She walked towards me, rubbing her hands together. "Aren't you hungry? Let's eat," she said with a warm smile.

She then opened the bag and pulled out a box of fried chicken and drinks. She awkwardly looked back at me "I got some beer for you if you want some. It goes well with chicken. But since I can't drink. I got soft drinks for myself."

She then looked around and headed to the living room, placed the box on the coffee table, and sat on the floor. I folded my arms and narrowed my eyes, "Why are you sitting on the floor?"

She gasped dramatically. "Because this is the best way to eat fried chicken." she patted the floor. "Come have a sit. The food will get cold."

I shook my head. "Just sit at the dining table or at least by the kitchen. Sitting on the floor is unsanitary."