han is a businessman.

he prefers keeping things lowkey and liquid smooth. like casual greetings, nonchalant gestures, bitch stares, car races, and panda biscuits. zero sentimentality. detachment needed. no personal feelings. just purely transactional.

and then he goes and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i care. but ofcourse, he only imagined it, fantasize of that scenario where he could say it and look at you in the eye that he mean it, he's brave and he owns it. this is business and he's dead serious.

that he will take the fall no matter what comes out of your mouth or what look you will give him for it. what kind of judgement it will be. how fast and how hard it would run him over. would it slow down for the green light or would it go for hit and run.

but he still couldn't say it. and all he can do is drive down at midnight to the city, pulling up by your gate, biscuits on his hand, a thin line on his lips before it spills out like a frigid exhale through the winter cold.

"hello."