Chapter 4 (1/2)

The First Time I Met You

Jia’s stonore it She was busily going through some of her course syllabus books for the year

The truth was that she didn’t kno to cook The only thing she did know to cook was instant noodles, and somehow she knew that instant noodles weren’t there in the kitchen

After an hour of trying to fight down the Ghrelin secreting in her stoo to eat outside

She powered up Google, and searched the nearest eatery Luckily, she found one not far off

As she walked on the silent road, she realized how apore, the sweet and fresh air, and the high towers of the Financial District Most of all, she missed her Spinster Pad

Seoul wasn’t bad But it was just not her type She knehat she was getting into when she had applied for the School, but all she needed was some space to breathe

After her sister, Mina, had died on-field while working as a journalist last year, the usually over-protective Jina had becoely felt free fro-dictator-like-clutch on her, and at the same time missed her terribly

She walked over to the deli and ordered for a plate of Pasta with Bolognese Sauce and a glass of Diet coke to wash it doith

As she waited for her order to arrive, she played idly with her fingers

Then when it did arrive, she ate ither dinner without speaking a word to anyone else