She ran. Pretty fast. But she ran. I think she was probably nervous. But what if she wasn’t? You know what, let’s not go down that path. She seemed shy the first time we met, so it seems logical to think she was just nervous.
CLAP!
I look up. Han-sol is standing in front of me confused.
“Are you going to sit down? You’ve been standing in front of the couch for 5 minutes staring at the ground. I waved a hand in front of your face and still got no response.”
“Oh. Sorry. I was just thinking.”
“I can tell. What seems to be troubling you.”
“Am I a scary person?”
A pause. I look over at Han-sol who just looks confused. “Scary? What brought that on?”
I sigh. “Nothing.”