TIFFANY'S POV:
It's Wednesday today. Finally my articles are finished! Me and Taeng walked home together, we stopped by at an ice cream shop to 'celebrate' it and ate the ice cream on the way. Then we said goodbye to each other in front of my house. I entered my house and confused when I saw there are many shoes in front of the door. My mom always go home at night and the house should be empty now. Whose shoes are these?
I walked to the livingroom and heard some people chattered, giggled and laughed. I showed up at the door and saw my mom with some guests. They all looked at me and my mom smiled widely. "Tiffany, finally you come home! Sit here." She beckoned me to sit beside her on the couch. I came to their place and sat. There are 3 persons, middle-age man and woman, looks like they are husband and wife, and a young man. He must be their son. I know from their faces that they are not Korean.
"Yenjit, Teeragiat, Nichkhun, this is Tiffany, my only daughter. Tiffany, this is Horvejkul family, Yenjit is mom's bestfriend in high school back then. They lived in Thailand but are on holiday now so they want to meet us."
"Hello, I'm Tiffany." I bowed and they smiled.
"Hello Tiffany. Aigoo, your daughter is so beautiful!" Mrs. Horvejkul stared at me and smiled. "Isn't she, Nichkhun??"
"Ah, yes." The son smiled nervously and nodded.
"This is Nichkhun, our son. I think you both are in the same age?" Mr. Horvejkul looked at us. "Nichkhun is 19 this year."
"Oh, Tiffany is 18. It's better to have age difference, isn't it?" Mom and the parents giggled together. I looked at them confusedly.
The chattering continued. I just sat there and listen to their conversation, sometimes smiled, laughed, and answered their questions about me and my school. I feel a little uncomfortable because their son stared and smiled at me all the time.
After an hour passed, finally they leave. We escorted them to the front door and bid farewell there. Their son stared at me (again) while my mom and his parents busy talked about when will they meet again. Suddenly he talked to me. "Nice to meet you, Tiffany."
"Nice to meet you too, Na... Nach..."
He smiled and helped me remembering his name. "Nichkhun."
"Nichkhun." I repeated and smiled shyly. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
Then they left and my mom closed the door. I turned around and ready to went upstairs to my room when my mom stopped me and smiled ear to ear. She pulled me to the couch and we sat again.
"So?"
I raised my eyebrows. "So?"
"What do you think about Nichkhun?"
"Hm? Nothing." I answered honestly.
"What kind of answer is that! Answer properly!"
I became more confused. "I really think nothing of him, mom."
"His appearance? Is he handsome? Gentle? Calm?"
"Hmm.. He looks like a kind person..."
"That, is an answer!" My mom snapped her finger, satisfied.
