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Two pairs of shoes scratching the asphalt in broad daylight. A distance of meters separated the women. However, it was obvious that the raven haired, strands uncoordinatedly waving to the wind, began to lose breath. Panting, Jennie Kim cursed her friend’s longer legs, which gave an obvious advantage. Inferior limbs trembling by the subtle effort, let out a desperate sigh.
“S- stop!” What took the eldest to chase after that person was her own stupidity. People failed to explain that the Korean’s habit to remain impassive to the world, living at automatically. From waking up every morning to landing the head on a pillow at night, Jennie did it all naturally, without even offering a glance to the surroundings. Obviously, she found the last month incredibly odd with a bit of satisfaction. Nevertheless, the black haired had an adult life.
When you are a grown up, sometimes details tend to get lost. Observation capacities decline, as the desire to change a routine.
“Lisa!” Screamed, once again, from the peak of her lungs. “I love you!”
Preamble
As any elementary teacher, Jennie’s hearing acuity is poor. Not to say, decadent. After years of kids and pre-teens screaming in her ear, it was only a canonical event. Had to recognize, however, the classroom prepared Kim to deal with most catastrophes without lifting a brow. Saw a child trying to stab the other with a pencil, another one bringing a frog to school, students vaping in the corner of her eyes. Nothing, in this universe, could ever disturb her.
It does not help that she is responsible for teaching old boring history, trying continuously to make it fun. The Korean likes her job, though. Otherwise, she would not be there anymore.
While Jennie gets passable as one of the few nice educators, the woman sitting down on the sports field’s ground is considered the favorite one. Blonde hair in a ponytail, colorful jumper over a black shirt, Lalisa Manoban is what people can call a cool Physical Education instructor. Having no trouble in canalizing the students’ restlessness.
And, her lunch partner. Out of the teacher's room, sitting down on that dirty place that received more steps than a human can count was a routine.
The school bell sounded like a prison siren. Not very welcoming. As soon as it came to senses, the foreigner jumped. “Unnie, quick check!” Affirmed, moving her back to the History educator side. A usual activity by the presence of both periods.
Swallowing a great amount of saliva, Jennie nodded while inspecting her pants. “Good to go.” Wielded a positive sign with a hand.
Lisa opened a wide smile, turning to the older. “Thanks!” Here comes the surprise. An act the owner of golden strands started to execute. Bent down to approach her cheek, giving a soft kiss.
Kim, on the way to her class, shrugged. It was not uncomfortable.
Development
In the past, invasion of privacy was an indisputable crime for Kim's mind, who enjoyed a calm atmosphere at the few moments of rest. It is managed without a problem. Lisa often senses messages three days earlier informing the exact moment she will bypass the History teacher’s house.
Manoban has the key, in her kitten keychain. The Korean offered it a month ago, receiving the first kiss on the cheek.
Not even blinking when heard the door screamed unlocked, paying attention to a bowl of marshmallows and a plate full of cookies. The traditional snacks.
“Hey, do you want to play?” Blonde asked, taking out her shoes to deposit it in the atrium. “I bought a deck!” Exclaimed excitedly, waving an eco bag.
The screen
Both tend to psychological thriller. An inaccurate plot that becomes, little by little, a grand mess. The whole reason for their movie nights every Thursday to exist. It is most of the time filled with tense scenes and sped up music from the films. That moment, nevertheless, Lisa presented a different possibility. Too simple to be her choice.
Jennie has not even looked at the synopsis, as always. The thai's selection is usually impeccable.
Squinted at the screen, showing a Korean woman and a man under an umbrella. “... What kind of movie is this?” Murmured. It had started simply. A dumb female protagonist in love with her boss. “... This one is… A little weird.” Spoke, maintaining a low tone.
Heard Manoban gulp, eyes fixed on the screen. “... A romance.” Mumbled back, eyes quickly abandoning the black haired's figure to find her own hands, supported on the knees. “You-” Cut herself, Index finger tracing thumb, nervously. “You don't like it?”
Big brown globes are staring at Kim. Lalisa’s. Along the pout she started showing many times.
“I like it!” Shouted in a dash, turning the body to stare at her.
The dumbest person that ever existed;
If Jennie had not ignored her observation skills, it would all be different. But there she is, aiming to catch a fugitive blonde after a great shock.
Minutes ago, Lisa kissed her. On the lips. It was great, but at the same time confusing. After all, they were not in that kind of relationship.
“We-” The tallest babbled, mouth agape, lifted brows in disbelief. “We are dating…” Affirmed, with no pinch of confidence, taking Kim’s mind to derail.
“What?!” Remembers to have produced, incredulous, breaking once more the thin amount of course the Thai reserved.
From the brown eyes Jennie adores, a layer of moisture appeared. "..." Gasped, betwixt a hiccup. "... I asked…" Mumbled foolishly, irises deviating from the Korean, causing her tears to roll down her cheeks. “Almost two months…” Whined. “... Looks like you don't even know… I'm sorry, then…” Just like that, got up from the sofa that Saturday morning, in a rush putting on shoes and leaving the house.
Lisa is all chocolate and apple pies. A sweetness anyone is able to compare. Bubbly, energetic, soft; serious when necessary.
And Jennie loves that girl. Therefore, after regaining her senses, followed the blonde in a dash.
End
She is getting that blonde. Once again. Even unable to understand when or where they started dating.
Blame Kim’s idiocy. At least she knows exactly why Lalisa Manoban is a perfect dating option.