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⊰ 18 ⊱ Cries in Korean
“Oh! Can we get a to-go boxes, please?” Krina kindly asks the waiter before he excuses himself.
As promised, Krina invited me to have lunch with her today. Between shoving bread rolls down our throats and a long conversation about the upcoming IPv6 migration project, we hardly touched our food.
I regret none of it. Those were the best bread rolls I’ve had in my entire life.
The waiter returns swiftly with boxes and receipts for Krina to sign. “Thank y’all so much. Y’all have a great day!” he says with a warm smile.
I offer him a small smile, averting my gaze to the half-eaten steak and rice as I slide it into the foam carry-out box.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but…” Krina pauses as she packs her plate. I look up and meet her curious gaze. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
That didn’t take her very long.
I’m not surprised by her question.
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