Tteokbokki by Han River

Chapter 2 - Part 2: Study Buddy

Sitting at the desk, I took the first book off the top of the stack. 

King Taejeon - The History of Goryeo, Volume One. 

I began reading the first chapter, and when I finished, started taking side notes.

~ Goryeo was founded by Wang Geon in 918 and became the ruling dynasty of Korea by 936. It was named "Goryeo" because Wang Geon, a descendant of Goguryeo nobility, deemed the nation as the successor of Goguryeo. ~

How do I begin this write up? I pondered, tapping my pen on my lips.

I heard someone clear their throat again.

"You should create your thesis statement. It will tell the reader the point of your write up. Look at your notes first. What are the main ideas?" 

I looked behind me. That guy was looking at my notepad from over my shoulder.

I was a little startled. "Oh. Uh, kamsahamnida." I stuttered, not looking him in the eyes.

"Would you like some help? I'm a history student, and a songwriter, so, I don't have much experience in essays and the likes, but the songwriting is similar...you're delivering a story, a message to someone. I know a little about structuring notes."

I thought quickly about the proposal. I mean, I could use some help...The story would be mine, but some structural help could move things on faster.

"I'm fine, thank you" I replied, quickly changing my mind in a split second.

What if someone saw us together? They may get the wrong impression. 

"Well, I'm always here if you need some help" he smiled.

I showed a quick head bow and kept my eyes on my book, but all this time, I thought about his dimples. I need to stay focused. How childish of me.

An hour passed and I'd taken some pretty impressive notes.  

Sleepiness set in from all the reading and I covered my mouth as I yawned. I sorted my paper, pens and books nicely, and slowly stood up to stretch a little. Coffee time again.

I walked over to the vending machine to find that guy keying in a number to get coffee himself.

The last Americano. Pfffffft. Nevermind, water is better anyway. I turned on my heels to go to the water dispenser.

Before I could get there, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Rubbing my eyes, I turned around.

"Here. I saw you yawning. You must be working hard. Consider this an apology for the damage to your nails", he held out a warm can of Americano coffee.

"No, no, it's..."

He took my hand and put it on the cup. "Please enjoy".

He smiled gently and walked away. His voice was smooth, low and wispy. I inhaled deeply. The smell of coffee was delicious, and that was very kind. His dimples...

Aiish! I slapped myself on my head, shook the thought away and returned to my seat.

As I sat down, I looked up. He was looking at me from a few desks away.

He smiled...

...and I smiled back.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?