I'm standing in front of the mirror, holding up blouse after blouse to my chest. My hair is a royal mess, and Momo is no help, as she mocks me. She's comfortably dressed in jeans, a black shirt and a military jacket. However, my brain is being screwy, and I want to look at least semi-decent.
I don't know why I'm acting so frazzled and mushy, but I am. Why did I ever agree to this in the first place?
"You're acting like a boy who's taking his girl out to a prom," Momo remarks, leaning against the doorway. I should've close my door so that nosy blonde wouldn't always be watching me change.
"I've never taken someone to dinner before, like ever," I answer in annoyance, dragging a brush through my unruly hair. "I've been to dinner parties, but not actual...dinner. I'm really nervous I'll screw something up and then we'll never be friends. And I'll lose my social status."
"The irony of this situation is quite intense," yawns Momo and I cringe because I know exactly what she means. I'm normally composed when it comes to interactions and that stuff.
"Okay, I'm ready," I say with finality as I pull at the hem of my shirt. "Let's go."
Pulling my seatbelt firmly across my chest, taking a deep long breath. My fingers curl around the steering wheel. Im Nayeon, you got this. Don't be such a wussy mess today, okay?
The restaurant I picked is an affordable Korean barbeque with high quality beef. Well actually, I didn't pick it. Momo did. Go figure. It looks nice though, with table grills and spacious wooden booths; it's a literal pain in the butt to sit on those things for ours, so at least it gives us a bit of stretching room. Mina hasn't arrived yet, so we wait outside in the nippy autumn air.
When she shows up, I find myself once again in awe of her appearance. I guess I'm used to seeing her wear that EMT jacket, but now she's wearing a skinny jeans, a navy striped shirt, and a sweater. She looks fabulous.
"Nayeon, who's this?" She questions, nodding her head towards Momo, who waves. Aw shit. I forgot to tell her about Momo.
"Mina, this is Hirai Momo. I was in a bit of a doozy the other day and she really helped out, so I invited her to come along. I planned to tell you, but completely forgot. Momo, this is Mina.
She chuckles a bit wryly. "Do you have a habit of taking people out to dinner when they do a favor?" I turn a bit red upon the question.
"See, that's what I said," Momo pipes up smartly. "And it's a pleasure to meet you. Nayeon happened to mention that you're Japanese. Where're you from?" Her tone is enthusiastic and full of interest.
"I'm from Kobe," Mina shares easily. "Not far from Osaka and Kyoto."
"Wow, seriously?" Momo exclaims with delight. "I'm from Kyoto!" I can tell she's about to rapid fire questions in Japanese, so I jump in and say: "It's a bit chilly here. Let's go in, shall we?" and exaggerate a shiver.
"Good idea," Mina agrees. The waiter comes up to us and asks for our reservation, which I promptly give. We are seated, then handed a menu of various cuts of meat we can buy. Feeling helpless in this area, I let Momo decide. She's all too obliged to assist.
We're sitting across from Mina, but we haven't spoken a word since entering the shop. Time for butterfly Nayeon to appear.
"So what do you like doing over the weekend, like when you're off your shift?" I ask, inspecting a piece of kimchi before popping it into my mouth.
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