The next morning, I can't help staring at the screen of my phone, desperately waiting for Hajun to text me. Since the award season is over, I'm off today, and therefore my boss has no reason to do so. However, I still want him to because I'm afraid I might have gotten too far yesterday night.
"What's with the gloomy face?" Eun asks me, munching on her cereal. Obviously, she knows what's up with the "gloomy face", but Eun has always despised it when people just moped around. She's the kind of person who tackles each problem the moment it appears.
Which, unfortunately, is not a quality I share with her.
Sitting at her kitchen counter reminds me how much I miss living with her. Back then, I didn't know Hajun that well, and it was much easier to hate him and just antagonize him as my arro
