“You’re late.” I wrapped my arm around your shoulder, as your neighbor, your family and mine goes golfing every morning at Sunday. You were their daughter, a fine arts student. While I’m an architecture student, we go to the same university. “Your alarm didn’t go off again?” I asked. I chuckled softly when you nodded at me. You like skirts so much. Our mothers were members of New Country Seoul Club.

Just a few minutes after, our dad’s were casually talking while golfing. I was trying to talk to you but each swing of yours, you kept missing. I was just about to help you, but the green ribbon that was on your hair suddenly flew away, causing us both to follow it. After, I placed it back in your hair while you were drinking water.

“We have classes at 10 till four.” I informed our mother when they were just talking about going to this restaurant, “We’re not available.”