Jun waited for me in front of his house when I arrived. He wore black jeans and a black jacket with a checkered white and green, buttoned shirt underneath. Although the outfit was rather casual, my mind didn't suppress the thought that he was handsome.
Why is he carrying his shoulder bag?
He raised his head from his phone to look at my legs and then at my eyes. He tucked the phone into his pants pocket and turned toward me as I approached.
"I didn't expect you to wear a sundress," he said.
"I know you love my legs, so I thought why not?"
"You should've told me what you wanted me to wear, in that case."
"It wouldn't have been the same. Besides, I like your face the most."
"I see."
His smile disappeared a second later.
"Wait. Are you trying to say that I only like you because of your legs?"
"Do you?"
"Well…"
I punched his arm with a smile.
