Yeom Tae interlocked his hands, resting them over the table while sitting down, facing Haneul. She had both her arms and legs crossed, as if a tyrant. Both had only been sharing glances at each other since the past hour.
"Don't you think we should be talking about something?" Haneul asked, still glaring at the man.
Yeom Tae cleared his throat. Why was marriage so much harder than he had expected?
"Yes, obviously." Yeom Tae said, wondering why they had been sitting idle in the first place. Maybe the tension got to their heads. "What would you like to talk about?" He sarcastically asked.
"Yeom Tae." Haneul dropped her expressions.
Yeom Tae cleared his throat again. "What did my mother say to you?" He asked politely. He wasn't going to start explaining before knowing the conversations held on the other side.
