Jiwon admired the paintings around her, the delicate strokes and vivid colors pulling her in, but her mind remained elsewhere. She glanced at her wrist, tilting it slightly- 5:05 PM.
She frowned. Is my watch broken? She tapped the glass lightly, as if that would change the time.
A few more minutes passed.
It must be the traffic... She reassured herself, shifting her weight from one foot to another. Her fingers traced the strap of her bag absentmindedly as she stole another glance at the entrance. People came and went, voices murmuring in admiration of the art, but the person she was waiting for wasn't among them.
She turned back to the paintings, trying to focus. But her eyes kept darting toward the door, her thoughts restless. Every time someone entered, her heart jumped for a split second-only to settle in disappointment.
She pulled out her phone. No messages. No missed calls.
With a sigh, she put it back, telling herself, Just a little longer... He'll be here.
Jake leaned back in his chair, taking another sip of his iced coffee as he scrolled through Jay's phone out of boredom. The dining room was calm, the late afternoon light filtering through the large windows. The faint sound of a TV show played in the background, but neither of them was paying much attention.
"Ahh... Jay, can you lend me your phone? I think I left mine in the car," Jake muttered, tapping his fingers against the table.
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Dear "J" | Sim Jake
RomanceHe sprinted along the shoreline, waves crashing at his feet, clutching a worn diary in his hand. With each step, he murmured, "Dear J," his voice laced with hope and urgency, as if the ocean itself might lead him to the one he was searching for. Wil...
