*Gu Song bin* A typical nerd. Introvert. But talks too much when at ease.
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When the heroine meets her dashing high school crush, five years after, she could nothing but allow her heart beat erratically. Her subconscious whisper yells continuou...
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"I was in New York for four complete years. Everything's so special about it. Have you been there before? I'm not even sure why. See? I get goosebumps. New York's that interesting. And speaking of the nicest place, Brooklyn was it. I wake before the sun and sneak to Battery Park. Trust me, it's just amazing. You get a chance to watch the gorgeous sun rise. Actually, Buffalo rise was always on my to-do list. It's incredible there, the sun peaks momentarily above the horizon and apparently clicks your sight. Not that I've been there, only heard of it..... But you see, I badly wanna watch it. It's like a never accomplished wish.........Um..Your face is simply cryptic, isn't it?"
"And, you literally are a walking walkie talkie, aren't you?" I ask, for once, looking from my lap. I've been doing a quick research on healthcare beneficiaries, and recently found out that most trusts require termly charities than annuities.
She keeps continuously chattering as I give her the list. She takes it down whilst ranting, stares at me whilst writing and sometimes the both whilst blabbering.
Most often, she gives me long and steady gazes, making me put effort into look at her, then she interlocks our fixed survey until I give her the 'What-the-hell-you-looking-at' look. Surprisedly, she sags her eye back to the list, she's been preparing. It's been recurring for about five times and I vow myself not to look at her, no matter how eye raping her stare was.
There's a teal table on one end, which is theoretically her work space, but practically she makes no use of it. I must admit, in that case, the blame comes for me. I backfired the thought my mind kept arguing, offering her chance to take a seat opposite to me. All I expected was something like, 'energetical focus'. But, the problem was I failed to guess the fact; she's over qualified of being energetic.
"Actually, sitting," she says, raising her cocky brow. I give her a questioning look, betraying my swear.
"Sitting. No walking," she answers, brushing the back of her earlobe.
I mentally smack my forehead to have replied her.
There's no use of it. You're just wasting your strength. Not even once in a blue moon, you can make her understand how irritating she is.
I roll my eyes and continue to brood over my laptop, when she starts to speak again.
"Nobody will suspect your mere education. You have brains to do IRA charities, to keep tax officers out of your way. After all, that's genius. I believe I'm settled here. Now, it hits my brain that your license won't get cancelled."
If we were surrounded by people, I'd have flashed her 'shut up' or at least turned her out, but since the two of us, I chuck a sigh muttering, "I'm really having a bad day."
