My best friend's girlfriend

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Me and Minji have been friends for many years, and Handong still does not understand why. Minji and I are different, like fire and water. In everything. Starting with appearance, ending with characters. She's a leading development manager for a reason. She is a talking person. On the contrary, I prefer to be silent and listen more. When Minji and I are in the same company, they only notice me, because I am with her.It seems to me that someone even thinks that I am friends with her only because she is always in the spotlight. This is not true, of course, but I understand why people think so. Minji always had everything she wanted, she always had the most beautiful girls, and several at once, especially in her student years, always the best, she is always the "soul of the company".

Expensive cars, a modernly furnished apartment, fashionable clothes, the most sophisticated gadgets and everything like that. And I? I've been driving an old Nissan and my phone has been around for five years. It's not because I don't have money or I am in need.

No. I just don't see the point in it. I do not need it. I have other values and other pleasures. Buy a new lens for your camera because I love taking pictures.

Or buy building materials for the same summer cottage. The dacha is what I love. No, I could not live there permanently, but I love to go there on vacation or for the weekend. There is no vegetable garden, there is just a place where I rest. I read books, work, do a hobby - I process the photos I have taken and display them on my blog.

It is mine. This is my circle of interests. And parties, bars, clubs, expensive shops and shopping centers are Minji's. Nevertheless, we have been friends for many years, since school, and somehow we have learned to respect each other's interests. She doesn't think I'm a bore or a geek, and I don't roll my eyes at shopping stories of fifty thousand at a time.

I was invited to a exhibition.

I showed my invitation to the security guard in a suit at the entrance, and after his nod of approval and wishes for a pleasant evening, I entered the gallery. This was a preliminary discovery. Everyone was here by invitation only, and the bulk of people, art lovers, were supposed to come tomorrow. Handong said that this is a common practice for artists - first, they make a kind of preview, where relatives, friends, as well as agents and collectors are invited. And the next day the official opening takes place. I decided it was not bad, at least there shouldn't be a lot of people today.

As soon as I entered the large hall, a cute waitress immediately appeared next to me with a tray on which there were several glasses of champagne and a small plate with some snacks.

- Champagne? She smiled charmingly and turned the tray towards me.

I just opened my mouth to answer, when I immediately heard a sharp:

- She's driving.

The girl smiled knowingly and after a second was out of sight.

- Handong, will you control me all evening? I hissed, turning to Handong.

- Siyeon, why didn't you put on the suit in which I told you to come? - Handong frowned, ignoring my question. - This is black, we have an exhibition or a funeral?

- Because I had to wash it. I was too lazy, "I replied, sighing. - And this one suits me.

- Lord, are you even able to take care of yourself?

- I'm twenty-seven, Handong, I am able!

- And twenty-six, and now what? Where is your friend? Late again? I knew it. One could not even expect that she would appear on time.

- Are you going to talk to yourself? If you don't need me for this conversation, can I go? - I smiled sweetly and took a couple of steps back.

- Come on, say hello to Wheein. By the way, they already want to buy a couple of paintings, can you imagine? - Handong grabbed my jacket sleeve and dragged me somewhere to the side.