I raise my hand to call the waiter, "Excuse me."
Back to the interview session...
"Dating? Sometimes when I have time."
I sigh, "Too many issues now. I'm too busy with work... And it hurts, emotionally involved."
I continue, "I think I've passed that point when you're obsessed with someone and can't move on."
"Someone said you recently broke up."
I explain, "Well, 'breakup' is a bit excessive. We just met briefly and then stopped. It's not like we were in a relationship."
"Aren't 'break up' and 'not meeting again' the same thing?"
"No," I clarify.
Back to dinner with my friend.
"Wow!!" she screams, crying on the table with a row of beers.
Listening to her scream and cry gives me a headache, "Damn. Her crying gives me a headache."
Not far from us, a group of people talking.
"That person is crying."
"Really? Where?"
Seeing my friend's cry becoming the center of attention in the cafe, I quickly act foolishly.
I laugh and hit my friend's body, "Oh God. What's wrong with her today?"
"Come on, man, don't cry. It's just a job interview, okay?"
I continue, "There's always next time!"
My friend lifts her head, showing her loud cry and a miserable face.
"Hey, are you crazy? Stop it!!"
"How can you, man?"
I stand up from my seat, "You must be kidding. What can I do? What am I going to do to you?"
"Did I do something wrong, man?"
I make an annoyed face, "Eh, no? That's not the only reason people can separate. You lose interest; you break up."
With an irritated expression, I press on our dining table.
"Ugh, I just want to finish this and go home. My deadline is getting closer."
".. And I'm also sleepy because of the drinks. Why do you have to cry and make a scene in the cafe, you idiot," I growl.
Seeing me growl and stare at her with annoyance, my friend shows a bad-cry face that turns into a slight smile. I approach her face and touch her cheekbone.
"Hm? Do you understand, right?"
"Consider it a life lesson from me and go home; it's late. Isn't it almost bedtime for our little kids?" I give her a sharp look up close for her to stop making a scene in the cafe.
I take the dinner payment data, "Let's pay," I assert.
Outside the cafe, after the annoying scene.
"I'll get a taxi!"
"No," I reply.
"I don't understand,"
"I don't care. That's life, keep going. Whether you understand it or not."
"But everything was fine two days ago," she screams again.
"I was on a field study with professionals when you called me to the motel. And I declined to go meet you," she explains.
"But you..." her words are interrupted.
"We!!" she yells again and starts crying.
"Hey. Alright, I understand. Stop crying; let's talk about this later."
"I'm going home," I say as I turn my heels.
She screams again with tears streaming down her face.
"Sophie!!!" she yells while crying.
"Now you're done sleeping with me, and you're dumping me?!"
"Man! Just shut up, okay?" I speak a bit loudly to her.
I cannot deny his anger towards me, as what happened next on this evening is...
"Haa..Ngh..Haa..Haa..Ahh.."
The room is filled with moans and the collision of two wet bodies penetrating each other deeper. Large hands touch my waist, continuously thrusting deeper into the intimate area behind me.
The sounds are loud, my hands keep gripping the sheets tightly, and my legs open wider, accessing the speed and strength for his ownership to penetrate deeper and faster.
"Ahh..Ha..Hmm.Haa. I should have just calmed him down, how did we end up having sex? Ugh. Ahh.. Damn it."
My body collapses facedown, my hands still gripping the sheets tightly, channeling the extraordinary sensation from my rear intimate organ. His body is on top of mine, accelerating his ownership, relentlessly attacking.
"Haa..Ahh.. There..Haa.."
"Sophie.."
"Haa..Ahh...Ahh.. Yeah."
"I love you so much, Sophie."
"Ah! St-stop."
He doesn't stop. He accelerates and deepens, lifting his body slightly, kissing the skin on my back, and giving a slight bite.
"Slow down."
"I know, right? That you're the first person I ever loved, Sophie."
"Haa..Ahh.. Nonsense..Haa.."
His speed attacking me becomes faster and deeper, my body writhes beneath him and becomes more sensitive.
Surprised, as his tongue touches my back skin and creates suction.
"Sophie. Don't leave me."
"Aaah..Haa. Yeah, faster...Haa.."
At the same time, my phone rings. It's a call from Choi Joowon.
Back to the interview session...
"Why did you have sex with him?"
"I don't know. It just happened."
"Will you meet him again?"
"No. We don't talk anymore."
"Does this happen often?"
I think, "Hmm. I don't know."
"Does he sound sincere?"
"I am sincere too; I just lose interest quickly. Everyone has different paces."
I continued, "Is that a bad thing?"
I remember that night coming back. In a room filled with moans, enjoying the attacks he gives, now the room is silent after our game ends.
I hear the shower stop running, and his footsteps come back into the room.
"Sophie. Choi Joowon sent a message for you."
"Can you put my phone on the table? I'm tired and want to sleep."
"He said. What are you doing and suspecting you're drinking, and then...." his tone sounds cold.
He continues, "He asked you to call him back, and one call was not answered, while we were having sex." his tone changes and becomes colder.
My memory breaks again, and back to the interview session.
I answered the last question given, "Honestly, I'm not always like this."
"What do you mean?"
"I've cried and begged someone to stay before. Surrendered my heart and soul to the lowest point."
I continue, "But I have changed."
"In your opinion, is it because of your past dating experiences or because you're getting older?"
"Anyway, there are many reasons everyone is similar in that regard. But, I'm still young, I just turned 25."
I continue with a smile, "No, wait. It's all because of that jerk."
"That jerk?"
"Yes. Choi Joowon."