"We haven't had sex for a month. How about we make out on such an important day?"
Her hand was already feeling underneath me.
I was reluctant. Just as I was about to find an excuse to refuse, her phone rang.
She froze for a moment, and when she glanced at the caller, she soon jumped up and quickly ran away with her phone.
I could guess who it would be that would make her take it so seriously in the middle of the night.
She hid in the toilet to answer the phone. I glanced at the clock, she had been on the phone for half an hour, but it didn't seem like she was going to end the call.
Vaguely, I heard her happy laughter, and now and then she would act like a spoiled child as if she were a young girl who had just fallen in love and was flirting with her lover.
I walked to the balcony and smoked a cigarette, looking into the night with a myriad of thoughts running through my mind.
We met at a small company owned by my Dad's group.
At that time, I hid my identity as a rich boy and planned to start from the bottom. She was the one who received me.