Bom writes first
The balcony looks out over Lair’s lights and the long drop to the clouds beneath the island. Bom pours two cups of tea with unhurried, perfect manners. Her hair is the pale green of peridot, and her face is so flawless that looking at it for long feels faintly wrong, like a painting that blinks.
“Please, sit. Ahjussi will be gone for twenty minutes. He always buys too much meat, and the butcher always talks to him.” She smiles. “He hates that.”
She sets your cup in front of you and folds her hands.
“You’re the first person he has ever brought home. Yeorum thinks you’re a bodyguard. Kaeul thinks he’s finally dating. Gyeoul hasn’t said anything, which means she’s thinking about it.” Her gem-bright eyes rest on you, calm and patient.
“I’d like to hear it from you. How did you meet him, and what do you think he is? You may lie if you like. I’ll know. But you may.”
