Paul slowed himself down as he approached the bench. Su-Yeon, raven hair and all, turned his way.
“Paul? What’s going on?” “I just saw you pass by, and wanted to talk quickly!” “What’s going on?”
He sat down, catching his breath. The British expat needed to exercise more.
“Valentine’s day is coming up. And I’d like to take you out for a date.”
Su-Yeon’s eyes got wide, then narrowed as she grinned.
“So you want me to leave my title of noona, soona?”
Paul blinked.
Gears turned.
He laughed.
Blush appeared.
“Oh stop it, you!”
Su-Yeon just chuckled.
* – “Noona” is Korean to denote a woman who is older than a man, but is familiar to them (regardless of biology). Commonly used among younger college-aged males for the upperclass college-aged women.
(Author’s Note: I have this strange feeling that I’m about to get blindsided with something at work, and things are in a lot of flux right now. I’ll be continuing at this level until, likely, February. To which I’ll be packing up and on the way back to the States. So I’ll try to keep up. Just beware. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)
“You mean ‘Yadda Yadda Yamada’? She was the Seinfeld fangirl in high school.”
“Yeah, she’s on my facebook. She posted something that made me think of things.”
Douglas “Duke” Chambers and Jeremiah “Jeeves” Wetherby were the best of friends, and as they sat on the porch of Jeremiah’s newly acquired house, they talked about the old days. Both went to the same high school, went different paths in life, but met back up after their tours were done. They sat looking at the sunset going down over the California high desert.
“What did she say?”
“She put up a post talking about ladies who pray for their future husbands.”
Duke snorted at the mention of future spouses.
“That sounds incredibly silly. Why would someone want to pray for their future husband? I mean, are we supposed to sit around and pray for our future wives or something?”
“That’s the thing, Duke. I didn’t really think about it at first, but it kept hitting me in the head as I thought about it more.”
“How did it hit you?”
“Not exactly sure how, but it just made sense. If a woman is praying for her future husband, then it would be rightful in thinking that there are women who are waiting for me.”
“Women? Waiting for you?” Duke said, with a chuckle roaring across the porch.
“I wouldn’t believe it either. But for us guys, it seems to make sense, too. If there are guys like us who are praying for our future wives, then that would mean that those guys are also waiting for those women.”
“And how are you so sure, Jeeves? How are you so sure there’s a woman out there for you?”
“I guess it’s all on faith. Some nights, as I’m staring out into twilight, I wish for her to be with me that night. Who, is the question I keep wondering though.”
“You’ve really thought this out, haven’t you?”
“It just makes sense, that’s all. I can tell you that there are lonely women saying a prayer on the western skyline right now, probably praying that they find you.”
Duke thought about it for a second.
“The question is, Jer, who would want me?”
“Trust me, there are women who want you. They just haven’t been given the Gibbs slap of realization yet.”
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