ELEVEN
There’s a bouquet of flowers at the front of my door as I head out in the morning, throwing me for a loop, staring down at them like they’re some kind of alien species. The image of a bouquet of flowers sitting on my front stoop (or what goes for a stoop in an apartment building in Seoul) just does not compute.
I stare at it for too long, until a voice floats somewhere near me as I stare down at them, trying to figure out how they got there.
“What, do you not like them? I knew I should’ve gone with the roses! s**t!”
I startle, looking to my right, watching Jaeyong coming out from behind the corner and into the hallway where my apartment unit is, where he was clearly peeking around the corner and waiting to see my reaction.
I blink at him as he comes to stand in front of me, his
