He read the message, but he didn't respond. I took one more look at the door, trying to figure out what he was doing in what could have been the single most beautiful room I had ever seen, but with the sound of the TV, I couldn't hear his movements. I looked down at my feet realizing that I had indeed left something... I had left my shoes in his bedroom.
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The team had to climb up and down a mountain today. We initially were meant to go on a bus tour, but our fearless leader insisted that we do some mountain climbing.
"How are your feet?" Park Daisuke eyed me behind his sunglasses while he drank from his bottle.
"They are fine." I gritted as sweat spilled down my cheeks.
"Is that so. Well hang in there, 15 more minutes, and we will be through." He snickered and tossed the bottle into the trash, then he continued up the path.
15 more minutes. 15 more bloody minutes. I don't think I could walk another millimetre in these damn heels.
