You + Me = ?

Special Relativity

The Present, 2017

I think I'm starting to feel a bit guilty.

Of course I should be feeling a bit of guilt, I do have a conscience but I also have very plausible reasons for what I did, or didn't do. And at this point in my life I do not have the time to be focusing on anyone else but myself right now.

It's possible to justify my actions if that time comes, but for now I'll pretend that nothing ever happened, I'll also pretend that I did not see him. However, it's proving to be a bit hard, I mean I haven't seen him in a while, and when my eyes met his the other day, the memories of our time together suddenly came rushing back.

In my defense, I didn't have to do what he asked of me, I don't know him or his personality, he was just a one-time hook up three years ago. Okay, maybe we were able to have an enjoyable conversation while we were in Tokyo, I'll admit that we bonded a bit, but again that was a one time thing.

Like strangers, we parted ways and went about our daily lives, I didn't even think about him since then, when I found out that he's a celebrity, I was initially shocked. I've never seen myself as one of those persons who hooks up with celebrities, heck before Singapore happened I've never even met a pop culture celebrity.

Like I always say, I'm pretty boring, the somewhat renowned persons I've personally met are those from the science world. persons like myself who have solved some weird, old, and difficult equation, or those who invent a new piece of tech.

I seriously need to get out more.

So, I might be feeling guilty for basically standing the poor guy up, but in this life, the life which I am responsible for, I want nothing to do with having or engaging in an intimate relationship. I've been hurt enough and I'm tired of it.

"Is that you babe?" I roll my eyes at her question.

I close the door behind me then take my shoes off, "like seriously, don't you have your own place?"

I place my bags down on the floor before walking further into my apartment. I meet Ji Rin in my kitchen, wearing one of my aprons with a bit of flour on her face, "I do, but your kitchen is much bigger and fancier, I'm baking oppa a cake."

I nod my head at her then walk over to the living room, a sudden sneeze rocks my body, as my eyes spot the vase on the coffee table and I sneeze once more. I sigh then walk back to the kitchen and sit on one of my bar stools.

"Where did those flowers come from?"

Ji Rin takes a seat on the stool opposite mine, "oh, my sister gave them to me, apparently some hotshot celebrity sent them to the office," she reaches into the pocket of the apron then hands me a small envelope, "it had a card too."

I look at the small white envelope with a sigh, I think I have an idea who this is from so I'll hold off on reading it, "I'll look at it later, just throw those flowers out please."

She nods her head at me, "giving flowers is romantic and everything, but aren't people considerate of those with allergies?" I shrug at her question, "ah, my sister also told me to tell you that someone asked her for your number, so I told her she could give it out."

I widen my eyes as I look at her, "that's not cool at all, you didn't even ask me for my permission!"

She simply rolls her eyes at me, "that's because you would tell her not to give it out."

I scoff at the lame excuse, "you don't even know how dangerous that is, you basically gave her permission to give out my number to some stranger, who could be a psychotic bastard!"