*YOO-SONG CALLING*
My phone flashed.
"Sigh! I wonder what he wants now." I spoke to myself.
Picking up the call,
"What is it Yoo-Song?" I asked in a slightly irritated tone.
"Are you alright Ha-Ya?" he sounded worried.
"I am alright, why? Did something happen?"
"You were supposed to be meeting me at the Jongno street, why aren't you here yet?"
I looked at the clock and it was past 6, and I had a reunion to attend.
"Give me 15 minutes, I will be there."
"I'd be there to pick you up. Be ready"
"Alright"
I walked to my closet and picked up a pink shirt and a red pencil skirt and put them on. I preferred not to draw too much attention to a reunion I had zero interest in.
Within 10 minutes, I was ready to leave. I locked my room and walked down the stairs. I could sense my biological father's presence there. There was no use sparing a glance at that old man, so I left. As I stepped out, Yoo-Song was standing there, leaning lazily on his car, in a red shirt.
My heart skipped a beat, and it reminded me of the very first time when I realized that he is the one for me, the day I realized I am in love.
Shaking my head, I maintain my cold posture and walk to him.