“I think we need a private detective or something. Him confessing like that makes it seem unlikely he was the one who messed with the car, but then again, maybe he’s a compulsive liar.” Greta sits so close and whispers, even though our cab driver has no clue what we are talking about. He’s not an OLO driver, as we booked this ourselves.
I came home in shock last night and recited everything to Greta after that insane encounter with Jyeon, and yet my mind is no more untangled than it was. Our kiss ended, and we didn’t talk much when he drove me home. What could I say…? what could he? He confessed love to a woman who is oblivious to him as a man, as a person, as a memory. He couldn’t ask me to reciprocate, given I don’t know him and only apologised for springing it on me and acting like a jealous lover. I’ve had a headache ever since and now this.
