THIRTEEN
“Should this feel weird?” I ask, pointing at Jaeyong with my chopsticks as we have dinner together. I point between the two of us, then huff out a sigh while still chewing my seafood pancake. “I feel like it should feel weird.”
Jaeyong licks his lips, chopsticks in his hands, pinching up another piece of seafood pancake and bringing it to his mouth. He nods like he’s mulling over what I said, or this is his version of a happy wiggle because the food is so delicious.
If it’s a happy wiggle, then s**t, that’s cute.
“Yeah, but does it? Does it feel weird at all?” he asks, glancing over at me.
I shake my head ’cause it just doesn’t. It feels like the twelve or so years that we were apart was nothing more than a lengthy pause. We both grew up and became different people, yeah, but
