the firsts || p.cy

her first hello

"Have you contacted him, yet?" Sehun asks when we meet again the next day.

I shake my head. "No."

"Did you delete his number, then?"

"No."

"Are you ever going to talk to him?"

"I don't know."

Sehun leans back in his chair and picks up his menu. "Okay, then." He flips through it a few times. "Do you know what you're going to order?"

This is a trick question; I order the same dish from this diner every time I come here, and he knows it. "You're very calm about all of this," I say instead.

He closes the menu and sets it on the table. "He owns a dog," he says, as if this explains everything. When I give him a look, he returns it as he calls for a waiter. "Minseok hyung, come here, please."

Kim Minseok, one of the waiters we know at the diner, walks over to us, pad ready. "Hey, guys," he says. "I know Woori will want a small Orange Juice and white bacon and egg wrap with potatoes on the side. What do you want, Sehun?"

"Hyung, do you trust dog owners?" Sehun asks with a serious expression.

To my disbelief, Minseok actually thinks about it. "Well, I suppose, if the dog is in good condition. But that goes for all pets, don't you think?"

"Don't some pets just take care of themselves, though?" Sehun continues. "Like cats."

Minseok looks offended. "I'll have you know I take very good care of Tan."

Sehun panicks, and I know I have to cut the conversation now before it goes on. "Did you bring me here just so I can hear you guys arguing about something like this?"

"You seem to have improved," Minseok comments, "considering your sass is starting back up."

I turn to Sehun, ignoring the 28 year-old. "Just give him your order." He does, and after Minseok leaves, Sehun leans forward.

"You know, it's nice to see you like this again," he says seriously.

"What, saving your ass like usual?" I joke, trying to ease the mood. "I learned it all from you, the King of Sass."

"I mean, it's nice to see you act like you again."

I stay silent. Sehun knows how I was after I received the news from the hospital. He was by my side throughout the funeral, the prep when I said I wanted to take a break, always trying to cheer me up. Not liking the current mood, I reach for my phone.

Remembering the conversation I had with Sehun before Minseok came, I go back to my contacts list and click on That Cutie, Park Chanyeol's information. I haven't changed his name or deleted his number, but I also don't plan on contacting him any time soon. Not because I think he's a creep or anything -- because, for some reason, I don't think that at all -- but because I don't know what to say to him.

"Here's one small and one medium Orange Juice, and the toast!" Kim Jongdae, the second of the two waiters we know, comes with our drinks and bread on a large platter.

I set my phone down as I reach for the orange juice.

"You know, I still don't understand how you guys can give out orange juice in a cup smaller than a salt shaker," Sehun comments as he watches me drink the whole thing in one go.

Jongdae shrugs. "I just work here. I don't make the rules." He then turns to me. "Anyway, I heard about your stalker. Are you going to report him?"

My what?

"I don't have a stalker," I respond numbly. "Who told you that?" I glare at Sehun, who suddenly busies himself by buttering toast.

"Ah, I hope you aren't talking about me. I'm not a stalker, I promise!"

At a fourth unknown voice, we all freeze. I slowly look to my right, where my phone sits on the table, displaying a call with That Cutie, Park Chanyeol.

Did I press the Call button by mistake?

Sehun and Jongdae stare at me as I bring the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?"