FRAGILE LIES

UNPLANNED DATE - CHAP 47

LISA'S POV-

Day off. Finally. No cases, no noise, no one knocking on my door asking about Han Kook or some missing file. Just silence—my favorite kind of company.

I had no plans. Maybe sleep, maybe clean the mess I made two days ago… or maybe just exist. That was enough for me.

Until the doorbell rang.

I frowned. Once. Twice. Three times. Whoever it was clearly didn’t get the message that “off day” meant don’t bother me.

I walked to the door lazily, hair a mess, wearing my oversized hoodie. When I opened it, my expression instantly fell flat.

“Jennie?”

There she was—standing on my porch like it was perfectly normal to show up uninvited. A soft smile on her lips, one hand holding a paper bag.

“Good morning,” she said sweetly. “You didn’t answer my texts.”

“I was ignoring them,” I muttered, rubbing my temple.

She just grinned, completely unfazed. “Perfect. Then you’re free.”

I blinked. “Free for what?”

“For me to court you,” she said proudly, as if it was the most natural sentence in the world.

I deadpanned. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I know. Come on, get dressed. You’re not saying no, right?”

Actually, I was. But something about the way she said it—like she already knew I’d follow—made me sigh and grab my jacket.

“Fine. But if this turns out boring, I’m walking home.”

Jennie’s eyes lit up. “Deal.”

Thirty minutes later.

We ended up at a small sushi place near the park. The quiet type—not too crowded, not too flashy. She ordered for both of us, of course. I didn’t even complain.

She looked comfortable—too comfortable. Like she’d been planning this all week. I glanced at her a few times, calculating her expressions, she looked nervous? Happy at the same time.

“So…” Jennie started, chopsticks in hand. “Do you always look this grumpy when someone tries to make you happy?”

I looked at her, unimpressed. “Do you always try this hard to annoy me?”

She laughed—soft and real. It caught me off guard.

“Maybe,” she said. “But I think it’s working.”

I shook my head, biting a piece of salmon. “You’re weird.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, smiling.

And somehow… it felt peaceful. Her voice filled the silence I didn’t know was too quiet.

But I wasn’t going to admit that. Not to her. Not even to myself.

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(Jennie’s POV — same day)

I swear, when she opened that door, I almost lost it.
Lisa standing there half-awake, hoodie hanging off one shoulder, eyes slightly irritated—yeah, I was doomed.

But I didn’t back down. Nope. Not this time.

I came prepared—with her favorite sushi place in mind, an excuse to “court” her, and enough confidence to hide how nervous I was.

She looked like she wanted to slam the door on me at first, but the way she sighed and said, “Fine,” was basically a yes in Lisa-language.

I tried not to smile too much in the car, but seeing her glance out the window instead of scrolling her phone? That was progress.