cherry

여섯

I smiled back.
     "You have a beautiful smile." You said, your lips still forming that angelic and handsome smile.
     I bowed from where I was sitting.
     "You don't have to bow, don't worry. I'm not strict about that stuff." You said, then you stuck out your hand for me to shake. I gladly complied and studied your face as much as I could before we would have to part ways.
     I pulled out a piece of paper from my pocket and wrote "I'm mute."
Your lips formed a small 'oh' and then you smiled again. Your outward appearance looked so dark, so cold, so handsome, but your personality is so bright, so warm, so gentle.