It has been more than a month since I know Dean, we were getting along really well. Sending message back and forth in kakao talk, sometimes in weekend Dean called or faced time me.
We literally talking everyday, about everything. Information about him increasing significantly as time passing by, he was second child in his family, he has an older brother who already married, has nephew and niece; his older brother has twins. He doesn't really like sweets but he loves jelly and gummy bear, his favorite one was cola flavour from brand named Haribo. He loves game, can't swim properly which was better than me who actually can't swim at all. He can't draw and suck at art subject but he loves mathematics and physics.
No wonder, Civil Engineer.
He likes spicy food, scared of lizard, he will definitely run away and not coming back if he met lizard. At least he's okay with cockroach, so when both of us ever encounter with those scary monster, I'm the only one who will scream. He doesn't like romance or biography movies, he prefers action or thriller one. He also not a morning person, typical person who set his alarm at every five minutes so he will bothered by it then finally wake up. He has weird habit which mostly being late at work, in meeting, dates and any other appointments. It was because his work can literally call him anytime.
We haven't met yet due the distance, he was still in Busan while I'm in Incheon which I just recently told by himself that his cousin was also in Incheon for school. He promised he will manage time for us to meet in person soon, after he finished his project.
Dean : Happy eating, Charlie. I'll sort out the things on site, talk to you later.
Dean : Eat a lot! 💪🏻
I wasn't realized that I actually grinned like an idiot when typed the words okay then hit the sent button, replying Dean's chat.
"What so funny?" Mitchell eyed me suspiciously.
"What?" I looked at him, then placing my phone back on the table and continue to eat my cheese cake.
We were at local café near my apartment, I had nothing to do so I asked Mitchell if he wanted to hangout with me. Then ten minutes later here we are, busy eating cake and doodling.
"Who's the guy?" He asked nonchalantly while his eyes focus on his sketchbook.
"No one." I replied shortly, I was embarrassed being caught smiling for no solid reason.
"I'm not stupid, you've been busy with your phone lately and those stupid smile was plastered on your face. So, spill it, Char.."
Alexander James Mitchell, shortly as AJ Mitchell. American born in Korea, he's my close friend since two years ago, we met at doodle community: it's like group or community for person who loves drawing especially doodling.
Mitchell was the youngest one but he act surprisingly mature for his age, he's twenty years old, very funny, easygoing, an extrovert and caring person. All of us in doodle community love him, we are all fifteen persons and close to each other, but Mitchell was the closest for me, probably because I'm such a childish, so seven years age gap between us never be problems to get along.
"Is he good in bed?" Mitchell asked again and I almost choked on my own cheesecake.
He laughed wholeheartedly then gave me a water bottle to drink, I'm lucky that whole strawberry didn't get swallowed accidentally.
For some reason, Mitchell and his free spirit plus no filter mouth has been one of my concerns.
"Mitchh!" I glared at him.
"Stop calling me that, it sounds girly." He complained but his eyes still focus on his sketch.
He likes being called AJ than what I used to call him, but I didn't care. For me he's such a baby. Baby brother from another mother.
"You, my little brother Mitchie. Don't talk about that so freely.."
Mitchell stopped what he was doing then squinting at me, "About what? Sex? What's wrong with sex, Char? People love sex, we are all love sex."
How I really wanted to stuff that mouth with bagels, so it wouldn't open carelessly like that.
"SSSHHHH.." I looked around to check people around us, they didn't hear what these guy talking about, do they?
He mouthed word sex as his response just to annoy me more.
"Hey--"
He grinned proudly, "Sssssseeee.."
"Mitch--" I gritted my teeth, threatening him.
But useless.
"Sexsexsexsexsexsexsex."
I jumped from my seat and launched my hand on his mouth, covering his.
"Tellmewhostheguy." He said against my palm.
"No."
"Sex." He grinned.
There's no way he would stop asking, so I volunteered myself to go back on my seat.
"He's ugly, I know." He mumbled before taking sip of his coffee.
"He's not!" I unconsciously defended Dean.
"Bad in bed then." He shrugged, "no wonder you're ashamed."
"Hey!"
"His dick is small.." He nodded understanding, "that poor guy.." his tone full of sympathy.
It wasn't me that Mitchell teasing but why did my cheeks feel hot and I somehow embarrassed?
"Fine, I'll tell you! Please stop making your own assumptions." I said, maybe telling him about Dean will help me to understand God's other creature; guy.
"I'm all ears~" he chuckled then stopped whatever he was doing, leaning back on his seat, ready to listen.
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"Can I see his picture?" Mitchell asked when I finished the story, literally I told him the whole story but leaving out Dean's name and personal detail.
I swear Mitchell could find Dean easily once he knew his name and his picture.
AJ Mitchell and his suspiciously wide connection.
"No." I shook my head firmly.
"Come on, I'm curious what kind of guy who can stand talking with you more than a month nonstop. I mean, you and your awkward joke is the worst!" He exclaimed as if his words wouldn't hurt me.
"He said that too." I pouted, thinking that moment when Dean pointed out I wasn't funny and suck at making joke.
"Pffffft, really?"
"He said I'm weird, something like that. I'm just trying to make him laugh and interested talking with me." I confessed.
"You like him?" His face showed an amusement.
"Kind of.." I trailed off, "I mean.. he's nice, caring, funny and georgous as well.. who wouldn't like him? But he never talking about his feeling to me, mostly teasing me or even mocking me.." I actually little bit sad when I recalled how Dean sometimes being mean by roasting me.
"Aw, Charlie.. maybe he's joking. He still talk to you and care about you, there's chance to have him for yourself."
"Do you think so?" I looked at him, found myself smiling.
"I do.." he nodded, "but if he doesn't.. just give me his name, I'll break his arms for hurting you." He proudly patted his own shoulder, such a narcissistic.
I gave him lovely eyes and batted my eyelashes, purposely making a cute voice while reaching out my hands to him, "Awww, Mitchyyyyyyy~"
He rolled his eyes then starting to clean up his stuff, putting them back in his backpack and get off from his seat.
"Bye." He scrunched at me as if I were bacteria that could infect him any second.
I knew he was just joking and exaggerating, that's so Mitchell anyway. So I take all my stuff too and hurriedly follow his steps.
"Hey, you forget bring me with you!" That's what I said and both of us chuckling in our way out from café.