On Thin Air

Push - Pull

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"He's such an asshole!" Namjoo loudly complained causing them a few stares down the clothing aisle. Oblivious, she continued just as loud as before, "I hate him!"

"How about this color?" Eunwoo held out a flushed blue shirt.

Snatching it from him she hooked it back on the rack, "It's not my size."

"I didn't notice," he said.

Grunting, "I'm bored. Lets go to another store." Walking up to the register she put down the pile of clothing that had been weighing down both her arms. "I'm not getting these." She said before walking out.

Five steps out she continued, "Anyway – " but turned to find Eunwoo apologizing repeatedly to the lady behind the counter who was giving him a dirty look. Walking back to the doorway she called out loud enough for all the patrons in the mall to hear, "Come on! Lets go!"

Cheeks turning a dark shade of red Eunwoo's shoulders shrank together as he shuffled her way. Frowning at him, "What is wrong with you?"

"I just had to apologize. We were in that store for over two hours," Eunwoo quietly explained as they walked down the wide hall. "I would be pissed, too."

Ignoring him, she pointed, "I want a smoothie. It's that way. Are you hungry?"

Following, he sighed. Taking charge she ordered for them. Orange flavored smoothies and a small bowl of tater tots. He had no say. Today he was literally a child in tow who had followed his quack mother out into the streets. He should have been better prepared for her ceaseless rants. They could go on endlessly like a train without brakes.

"If they were going to get married they should have just gotten fucking married," Namjoo threw out her hand. "Can you believe they did this to me? Those bastards!"

Eunwoo watched her toss a tater tot into her mouth and chewed fast and hard. Thinking for a second she'd finally stop talking.

"And then they got all intimate in my house! My house!" She let out an angry gasp. "Bastard! And that conniving little bitch!"

A couple walking by gave them a raise of the brow as they passed. Eunwoo tried smiling, because Namjoo didn't know how to control the volume of her voice and he felt like evaporating into the air.

"Thought she was better than him, but now she wants him." She crumpled up an innocent piece of napkin he was reaching for. Withdrawing his hand he watched her small fist squeezing the atoms out of the paper. Leaning forward, "Can you believe they did this to me? Can you?!" Sipping on her smoothie, "They ruined my life! That jerk! I hate him! I even thought I should be nice to him." The straw dropped from her mouth, "I had good feelings for him. I feel so stupid!"

Namjoo angrily inhaled her smoothie. He watched the content of the cup become less and less. Debated if he should offer her his.

Eunwoo jolted in his seat when Namjoo slammed her hand against the table. "I am so angry!" she repeated for the nth time.

"It's the first time we've met up since you got married," Eunwoo reminded. "All you've talked about is him."

Namjoo's expression grew terse. She breathed a deep sigh and sucked on her straw again.

"Did he let you out today?" Eunwoo asked.

"Why would you even ask about him?" she angrily asked. "I don't need his damn permission."

"Will you get in trouble?"

"Who cares! Who is he anyway," she blasted. "He's just a jerk."

"You don't like him, do you?"