Second Time Around

"You shouldn't be here, Jun. What if someone catches you here?"

"They won't."

"How are you so sure?"

"Nicole, they won't."

"Jun-Seo," I snap.

"What?" I give him a pointed look. "Fine. I made sure I wasn't followed and there was nobody around to see me come here."

"But what about your limo?"

"What about it?"

"If someone sees it, they'll know something's up."

He grins. "I came in a taxi."

"You idiot!" I exclaim. "That's even worse! What if the taxi says something?"

He doesn't look worried. "I'm positive he won't." I give him the what-did-you-do look, and it makes him grin wider. "I just paid him a couple hundred bucks to keep silent." I grumble and point toward the door. He follows my finger. "What?"

"Get out, Jun. I don't want you here. I don't want to see you. And I don't want to talk to you, so get out." He steps toward me, and I take three back. "I'm serious, Jun. It makes me sick just looking at you, and it brings back memories that I'd rather forget than remember."

His smile turns into a frown, creases forming in his forehead. He looks pitiful, like a lost puppy, and it almost makes me change my mind. Almost. "I'm sorry about that, Nicole. Really. But if I didn't break up with you the way I did, I wouldn't have been able to leave."
"Then you should have stayed! Or tried working it out by having a long distanced relationship."

Jun-Seo shakes his head, his hair falling in his eyes. I reach forward to sweep it out of the way, like I always did, but think against it and drop my hand. I don't want to give him the wrong idea.