“Which day? What happened? I forgot!” Margo feigned ignorance. I knew she remembered; she was just avoiding the question.
“That day! When Su Ya interrupted our conversation.” I clarified, even though I knew she was dodging the issue. I pulled her tightly into my arms. She didn’t resist. I knew our relationship was already like that of a boyfriend and girlfriend.
After I’d saved her those two times, Margo had accepted me, but a thin veil remained between us, neither of us willing to pierce it. We existed in this ambiguous state.
“Margo, I’m serious. Please answer me seriously.” I wanted to be clear, to give her no room to evade.
“I saw and appreciate how desperately you fought for me these two times. But so much has happened recently, everything too fast, too unreal. Can you give me
