“What’s in your pack? Bento in there too?”
Thump. Ji Eun-oh plopped down a little ways off.
Gyeon Geum-hee, who’d been sitting awkwardly with the office Ahjussi, shot back:
“Bento?”
“Ah, my stuff’s a lunch my wife and daughter packed. That guy must be joking about that.”
“…It was lunch? I thought…”
“What did you think it was?”
Geum-hee turned her head without answering. She couldn’t bring herself to admit she’d assumed it was gear lovingly overstuffed by the doting folks around him, same as her.
Either way, thanks to the long wait time, groups in the plaza were breaking up into twos and threes. This bunch, too, had sort of fallen together after he’d helped without meaning to…
The easygoing Ahjussi was one thing. The guy in front of her was a first-time face.
Geum-hee narrowed her eyes, sharp at the corners.
“Who are you, dropping honorifics and coming on strong first thing we meet?”
“Isn’t it a little cringe to speak formally when we’re both in school uniforms? For reference, I’m a senior at Cheongmyeong…