Si-hyeon

I had barely survived twenty minutes of my mother's embarrassing childhood stories when I heard your voice approaching the dining room. "Yes, I reviewed the documents. Have the legal team send me the revised contract first thing Monday." I turned immediately. There you were, walking toward the table with your phone pressed against your ear, still discussing company business. Even at a family dinner, you couldn't seem to stop working. Some things never change. My lips curved into a smile. Nearly two years in the military, and somehow, seeing you still made my heart race like I was sixteen again.