Hobi looked down at her in stupefaction. She had to be kidding!
“Unbelievable! You are unbelievable!” he muttered, staring darkly down at her.
He couldn’t believe it. People usually believed the best of him. He had such a sunny personality that he made friends easily. But something about this girl had gotten under his skin immediately. She was so stubborn. And now he knew that she was clearly delusional too.
“You have a funny way of thanking the guy that just saved your life!”
“What are you talking about?” she demanded, outraged.
“That guy hit you and you were falling into the street. A car could have hit you! I pulled you back from the brink of death.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t you think you’re being just a little melodramatic?”
It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Whatever! Suit yourself! I’m glad you weren’t hurt. I just wish you’d let me buy the sunglasses. Then one of us would still have them!” He turned on his heel and crossed the street, headed to his hotel.
—
“Hobi, is something wrong?” Jimin asked him shortly after he arrived at their hotel.
“Yes! I just met the most irritating woman while I was looking for a pair of sunglasses. Which she stole out from under me. Right before I saved her life. And then she was just rude!”
“What do you mean?” Jimin asked, clearly confused.
“She accused me of trying to steal her sunglasses!”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t follow.”
“Some guy hit her and stole her purse. She was falling backwards into the street when I grabbed her arm and pulled her back up on the curb. For some reason, she believes I paid a guy to steal her sunglasses.”
“That’s absurd!”
“Thank you!” Hobi bowed to him. “My sentiments exactly!”
—
The next morning, Hobi stopped at a cafe to grab a coffee. He placed his order and waited patiently. A few moments later, the barista called out, “Caramel macchiato.”
Hobi rushed forward, eager to get his drink. A slender woman with long, raven hair stepped in front of him and picked up his coffee. “Thank you,” she murmured to the girl behind the counter before taking a sip of his macchiato.
Then she turned around. And Hobi did a double take. It was the girl who had stolen his sunglasses yesterday!
“You!” He ground his teeth.
She glanced up at him, his cup between her lips. Her brows suddenly fell down over her eyelids, and she frowned at him. “What do you want? Are you trying to get me to add ‘stalker’ to the list of charges?”
“That’s my coffee you’re drinking!” he exclaimed.
She glanced down at her cup. “No, this is my coffee I’m drinking.” She turned the cup around so he could see the words written on it. In precise English, she slowly read, “Caramel macchiato.” Then she finished with, “It’s just what I ordered. Several minutes ago. So I’m pretty sure it’s mine.”
Just then the barista called out, “Caramel macchiato,” again.
The irritating girl’s dark eyebrows quirked. “See? Did you hear that? They just called your name.” Then she spun on her heel and headed out the door.
Hobi shook his head and went to retrieve his coffee cup.
