LIA
After the “Are we dating?” courtyard heart attack and the soda-sipping almost-definition of us, I floated through the rest of Tuesday like someone had cast a levitation spell on my soul.
But that bubble? It popped the moment I walked into dinner.
“Sweetheart,” my mom said, “you’re glowing.”
I froze mid-chair-sit.
“Glowing,” Zion repeated with a smirk. “Like someone who got a boyfriend.”
I slammed my plate down. “I have glow because of hydration and proper skincare, thank you very much.”
“Is hydration Korean and plays basketball?” Zion asked.
I threw a roll at him.
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Dinner went downhill from there.
“Is he nice?” Mom asked, smiling as she scooped more rice onto my plate.
“He is,” I said, heart thudding. “Very.”
“Do we like him?”
“I don’t not like him,” I mumbled.
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