The certain knocking on the door informed Young-Soo that the midnight visit had an urgent need to speak to him. The young adult got up from the sofa of his apartment in Seoul, opened the door and looked at the female figure before him holding a floral umbrella.
_ Delilah. _ only her name left his lips. He gave her space to enter the small apartment _ May I offer you something?
Delilah grabbed the umbrella she was carrying with her, and wiggled, denying the offer. He watched her curiously admire his home, taking advantage of doing the same action to her.
_ I'm not sure what I'm doing here. _ speaking at last.
_ OK? _ uncertain.
_ Do you have water or anything to drink?
_ I have juice, do you want it?
_ Ah, wonderful. Actually, I know what I came here to do.
_ How nice. At least one of us knows. _ she rolled her eyes _ I'm all ears.
_ Well, I was thinking ... I mean, I was talking ... Your girlfriend told me about things ... I do not know. You know?
_ Not really.
_ I cannot explain ... I don’t know. _ annoyed.
_ Are you feeling like me that we aren’t making any progress on this conversation?
_ You also do not help.
_ If you tell me what I can help you with, maybe I'll help.
_ I love you. _ and his world fell apart.
Merci pour la lecture!