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.APRIL 24TH
When she first wakes up, Yoonchae isn’t quite sure of where she is. Or more specifically, who she is. She still feels groggy, too exhausted and achey, and the pain medication makes her want to go back to sleep more than anything else.
Okay, that’s a lie. Well, sort of. The first and second part are iffy, but she is sure that the medicine is killing her. She knows that she’s in a hospital right now, if the ticking of the clock or the IVs haven’t given it away by now. When she tries to move, she catches the attention of a janitor outside of the room since the door had been left open by someone. Yoonchae tries to speak, but then realizes she can’t thanks to the endotracheal that is currently attached to her. The janitor understands her clue and goes to tell someone working that she’s awake, and she can barely keep her eyes open while waiting for the doctors.
Yoonchae is given a fresh reminder of her situation right now; she gets told that she’s currently in the hospital after surviving a tragic car crash and has been in a coma for the past six months of her life. She tells the doctors that she doesn’t remember a car crash.
“I’m here because of a car crash?” She asks. “Really? That has to be wrong, right?”
The three doctors look at each other, immediately figuring out that there is a bigger issue going on, then call the nurse assigned to Yoonchae. Once she arrives, she has a clipboard in her hand and immediately starts asking questions. “What year is it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell me everything you know about yourself.”
“Jeung Yoonchae. My parents and older sister live in South Korea. I’m 25. I’m a graphic designer.” She says, then racks her brain trying to remember anything else. “That’s all I know for sure.”
“You’re 26. You were in a coma during your birthday. October 17th to April 24th.”
“Oh.” Yoonchae says quietly. As it turns out, her memory is selective with what she does and doesn’t remember. She remembers her family, her hobbies, and how to do some basic tasks, but her memory is a bit foggy with a few other things, such as other people.
The nurse grabs a picture frame that’s sitting on the tableside and Yoonchae gets shown a photo of her family and a group of girls, seemingly her friends. They’re at a dinner party, a large birthday cake in the center of the table. It’s obviously been a couple years since this was taken. She points to one of the girls, “I know her. Her name starts with an S. She’s like a mother to me.” She drags her finger to the woman beside her, “That’s her girlfriend, she’s from Switzerland.” Then she points at Lara and Daniela, and she’s able to remember their names. Yoonchae avoids talking about the last person she hasn’t named, the one who had pink bangs and whisker dimples that stand out so much it could melt your heart.
“Who is that, Yoonchae?” The nurse asks.
Yoonchae’s shoulders slump. “I don’t know.” She admits. “I have no idea who she is or why I know her.” But she has to be important, because why else would she be there beside Yoonchae? And who put this picture here in her room, and why this one in particular?
“Okay.” The nurse says. “Are there any other important people in your life that you remember?”
“Like?”
“A partner? Do you remember if you have one or not?”
Yoonchae hesitates, “I don’t know.” She repeats, something she will catch herself saying for probably the rest of her life at this rate. “Do I?”
The nurse doesn’t get to answer her question, because another doctor comes into the room to inform her that her parents are here. Even if she hadn’t remembered her parents when she woke up, their faces are enough to let her know that yes, she is in fact their child. She has her father’s smile and her mother’s eyes. Her heart sinks when she notices her mom has more streaks of grey hair then when she last saw her.
They feed her the same information that everyone else has already given her. They’re emotional, disheveled and shaky after a fourteen hour flight from South Korea. Her dad doesn’t have a chance to speak before he breaks into tears. She’s reminded of her childhood, why she moved to America, why she chose her job, things like that. Her parents are weary of talking about other people, which Yoonchae finds odd but doesn’t say anything about it.
“Is Oreo still alive?” At least she remembers her pet cat.
“Yes. Missing you a lot. What are your favorite foods?”
“Tteokbokki. Dad almost burned the rice cakes once when I was young.”
He laughs, completely relieved she can recall silly moments from earlier in her life. But recent important events, however…that’s where it gets complicated, and Yoonchae knows it. Her parents stay with her for almost the entire day, updating her on their lives and repeating every two sentences how grateful they are that she’s okay.
And that’s how her first day awake ends.
The second day, she gets to meet the woman in the photo she doesn’t recognize. Yoonchae’s nervous, because technically she’s meeting a stranger and has zero clue on what to expect the moment she walks into the room. She sits up in her hospital bed when she hears the nurse talk to the woman.
“Be patient with her. We don’t know for sure how much she remembers until you two talk.”
When she walks in, her steps are hesitant and the first thing she notices is how little sleep she has probably gotten. Even though her hair is nice and brushed and her outfit is very well put together, the eyebags she has are still prominent. Yoonchae also catches the lump in her throat and how careful she is to sit down in the chair next to her. Her leg is bouncing and she has to grab her knee with her entire hand to make it stop.
But wow, even with all of that, Yoonchae thinks she’s beautiful.
“Hi, Yoonchae.” Okay, so she also has a pretty voice. That’s unfair. Her voice is raspy, so she clears her throat. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. My head hurts a little bit. But it’s normal, I think.”
The woman purses her lips deep in thought, then decides to say, “Do you remember who I am?” Her voice is wary, almost like she’s chasing after a last strand of hope.
“No,” Yoonchae says truthfully as she looks directly into her eyes, trying to detect any form of vulnerability in them. “I’m sorry.”
Then the woman looks at the ground and nods her head in understanding like she knew this answer was coming, but just didn’t want to accept it. It’s her reality now, Yoonchae doesn’t know her, and because of that she’s hurting. When she raises her head up, she’s unable to look at Yoonchae, “I’m Megan. We live together. Housemates.” She says it like it’s the most casual thing in the world. She extends her hand out for a handshake.
“Oh.” That must be why she’s important. Yoonchae grabs her hand. “For how long?”
“Four years.” Damn. That really is a long time to be living with someone, and chances are they might have known each other for longer. Well, Megan would know. Yoonchae has no memory of her.
“How did we meet?” Yoonchae asks, one of the many important questions she wants the answer to.
“You know Sophia and Lara, right?” Yoonchae takes a moment to think, then says yes as she remembers them. She’s definitely known them for many years, way longer than Megan.
“Oh, so you remember some people then?” Megan asks curiously as she rests her chin on her palm.
“Yeah, it’s weird, like my memory is selective. I don’t like it.”
“Can’t blame you.” Megan says. “Does it feel like you’re forgetting important memories you won’t ever get back?”
“I don’t know.” Yoonchae tells her. “That’s also my default response now.” She smiles weakly.
Megan chuckles. “Anyway, you and I had been friends for a bit when I bought the condo. I had been renting the other bedroom out to Sophia, but then she moved in with Manon and their new place. I was really worried about looking for another roommate, so you suggested moving in.”
Yoonchae points at herself, “Me?”
“Yeah. Well I mean, you were influenced by Lara, but I was really happy. You were too, since we got along well. We’ve always gotten along well.” Megan notices her word choice. She winces. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “Didn’t mean to put it like that. What I mean is, I hope we continue to get along. I know it’ll be weird living with me, so you’re open to moving out if you want.”
“Kicking me out already?” Yoonchae jokes, and she didn’t know she had it in her. It’s worth it whenever she sees Megan laugh and her whisker dimples show. “I haven’t even had a tour yet.”
“Oh, right,” Megan says when her laughter dies down. “I’ll give you another tour. This time, I’ll tell you about every nook and cranny of my place. Well, technically our place, but you know what I mean.”
Yoonchae is given the chance to move around, so she and Megan head to the cafeteria together. Yoonchae asks her simple, basic questions about her life just to make small talk and Megan happily answers all of them. She tells her about the husky she’s had since she was a little girl, how her middle name is Meiyok, that she’s a producer and has a whole room dedicated to her craft at their place.
“Guess I’m stuck drinking soup and eating vegetables for the next few days.” Yoonchae sighs when she informs Megan about her strict recovery diet. “Oh, and plenty of IV’s in my veins as well.” She looks at the massive catalog of dishes she could easily get with a few words, but she knows all of them are strongly against what she has to follow. She orders a vegetable broth whereas Megan orders a plate of pasta, and Yoonchae gives her a look of jealousy.
“I know you’re so excited about that. Jumping for joy, even.” Megan tells her. “Don’t worry, I know hospital food gets bland very quickly. I'll bring you food so you’ll actually want to eat. I’m a decent cook.”
“Do I like vegetables?” Yoonchae turns to face Megan. “I can’t remember.”
“Yeah, for the most part. I’m the one who avoids them as much as I can. Everytime I cook, you always force me to add some sort of vegetable.” Megan says a quick thank you as she picks up the tray with both of their foods and finds them a place to sit down. “And lucky for me, my pasta has no vegetables. Just garlic bread.”
“It has tomato sauce. With chunks of tomato.”
Megan looks down at her plate and sees that there are in fact pieces of said vegetable in her spaghetti. She shrugs, “I’ll just pick it out with my fork.”
“Have you always done that?” Yoonchae lifts up her spoon to get a taste of her broth.
“I did. Until we met. And you broke me out of a lot of my bad habits, too.” She picks the tomato pieces off the fork onto a napkin.
“Like?”
She takes a bite of her food. “Procrasinating, nail-biting, my shitty sleep schedule, smoking, things like that.” When Megan looks up to glance at her, Yoonchae looks like she’s studying her. “All because of you.”
Yoonchae points at herself, “Me?”
Megan nods as she swallows her food and washes it down with some orange juice. “Yeah.” However, she’s quick to change the conversation. “Oh, by the way.” Megan digs into her coat pocket and hands Yoonchae a device, “I replaced your phone.”
Oh. Yoonchae notices Megan’s hand is shaking. “Thank you. How much was it? I can pay you back…”
“We’re on the same plan,” Megan says quickly, and her smile is strained. “It was a free upgrade. And even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t have let you pay, anyway.”
“We share a plan?” Yoonchae says, stunned. “Have we always been that close?”
“If you put it that way, yeah. I guess so.”
MAY 8TH.
Yoonchae finally gets discharged after spending her first two weeks awake at the hospital. Of course, Megan has been with her as much as possible, and right now she is insisting that Yoonchae lays down on her bed while she packs all of her stuff to go home. She’s gentle with everything, especially the teddy bear she had gifted Yoonchae on the third day to let her have something to comfort her when Megan wasn’t able to be here. She would’ve stayed all day every day if she could, but someone has to work and pay the bills.
And it gets a little easier for Yoonchae every time she’s reminded that Megan is a stranger to her. She just has to accept it, and from what she’s seen, she made a good choice all those years ago moving in with her. Megan is kind, respectful, funny, and willing to do anything for her the moment Yoonchae sends her a text. She’s gotten to know her decently well over the past few days, but still, point blank, she has to live with a stranger. It’s a constant reminder in the back of her mind, no matter how much she tries to avoid it.
“Are you gonna miss it here?” Megan asks as she packs the final item into a bookbag. She puts it on and Yoonchae follows her as they leave the room and walk through the halls. It’s bittersweet, she’s finally leaving the place she’s been at for months. Megan is probably elated over no longer having to come back here, thinking that she’ll never have to return.
“A little.” Yoonchae acknowledges. “The workers are nice. Food is edible. But I get treated like I can’t get anything done on my own. It gets to a point after you’re asked if you remember how to do simple math for the sixth time.” She gets a little closer to Megan when she whispers, “But everytime I walk around other rooms I just get really sad.”
Megan hums in agreement as they leave through the doors and walk into the parking lot, and this is when Yoonchae sees her car for the first time. Megan had told her that she drove a BMW M3, but Yoonchae actually had no clue what those looked like. Now seeing it in person makes sense. Yeah, she’s definitely the type of person to drive a car like that. “You’re going to be my passenger princess for a long time.” Megan says once they get in and start the car. The interior smells fresh and is cleaned as if Megan had done so beforehand, and the center console is filled with CDs. Yoonchae gets a brief look at them, smiling when she notices a couple of artists she recognizes. Maybe her music taste has had an impact on Megan’s, too. Or it could just be vice versa.
“Oh yeah? Did I ever drive you around before the accident?”
“No. At least not until you got your license.” Megan places her hand on the back of Yoonchae’s seat as she backs the car up and out of the parking lot. “Also, I bet none of those albums have the right CD in them. They’ve always been disorganized.” Yoonchae checks, and sure enough, they’re all in their incorrect places and Megan shoots her a grin. “Told ya.” Yoonchae teases her while she organizes them.
Yoonchae falls silent after going through the CDs, not knowing how to force more conversation. Megan doesn’t speak either, having her full focus on the road. They sit in silence until they hear the peppy ticking of the turn signal as they wait at a red light. Finally, Yoonchae breaks the silence first. “It’s weird how I don’t remember anything about this.” When Megan gives her a look asking for clarification, “Like. I’m in a car, and I don’t have any flashbacks to the accident.”
“Are you happy about that, though? Not remembering anything about the accident that took a good chunk of your memory?”
“Not sure. Maybe it was just the bad things that were left behind.” The words leave Yoonchae’s mouth before she fully thinks them through. Fuck.
Yoonchae sees the exact moment when Megan registers what she just said, her grip on the steering wheel tightening and her arms tensing with a pained look on her face. Fuck. “Wait. Not like that, I’m not talking about you…” She didn’t mean—
“It’s fine.” Megan says as nonchalantly as she can. Yoonchae detects a weakness in her voice, like she’s struggling to keep the tone light. Even though what Yoonchae just said was probably the worst thing that could’ve come out of her mouth, Megan is still acting like it’s not a big deal. Yoonchae feels like she doesn’t deserve this. She feels like she should just get out of her car into the traffic and find her own way on how to get home.
“I’m sorry.” Yoonchae’s shoulders slump, “I didn’t mean that.”
“I know, Yoonchae.” Megan says, and it’s obvious how upset she is by her statement. The twang of guilt in Yoonchae’s chest gets worse when she realizes she just pretty much ruined the mood for the rest of the car ride, possibly for the entire day, too. And for another time, she’s quick to change the conversation. It’s a little concerning how often she does this. Her voice gets low, a little raspy as she says, “It must be fucking terrifying.”
“What is?”
“Losing your memory. I’m not just saying this because I’m now somebody you don’t remember, either. I mean it genuinely.” Megan sighs. “Waking up from a coma after six months just to have parts of your memory wiped.”
“It is terrifying. I kind of don’t know who I am anymore.” Yoonchae says. She turns her head to face Megan. “What about you? How did you feel while I was in a coma?”
“We’ll talk about it another time. We’re home.” Megan pulls up in the driveway of their apartment complex. It’s a tense elevator ride to the fourth floor, and Yoonchae blindly follows Megan down a carpeted hall.
As Megan arrives at their apartment, her fingers tremble and she puts in the PIN for their door. Yoonchae notices the number, 0317. She wonders why that’s the PIN number. She doesn’t bother asking Megan. She doesn’t want to ask Megan, at least not right now.
When the door opens and she steps inside, Yoonchae’s jaw drops. The walls are crisp grey against a sleek dark floor and their kitchen is modern, clean, and decked out. A nice big TV sits in the open family room along with a huge couch and a sliding glass door just past it leads to a balcony overlooking the neighborhood. To put it simply, it’s beautiful.
“This place is nice,” Yoonchae mutters, and Megan hums in agreement. “Who did the decoration?
“You did. Sure hoped that you would like it.” Megan goes to set down their stuff on the couch. This is her home, too, Yoonchae supposes, but it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. It’s been her home for years now, and she wonders if she should start adjusting her mindset and the situation she is currently facing.
“You’re a producer, right? You and Lara?”
“Correct.” Megan confirms, fidgeting with the couch cushion. She lifts her head up to look at Yoonchae again, “So. You want a tour of our home?”
Our home.
The way Megan puts it makes it seem much more intimate than it should be. But maybe that’s just how Megan is, so Yoonchae dismisses it and nods. “I’d love a tour.”
It’s very short and simple. The only other parts of the apartment Megan had to show her was the intimidatingly large master bedroom with a tidy walk-in closet and a modern bathroom attached to it, the other bathroom down the hall, and her office. That’s the last room she shows Yoonchae, and it sparks her interest more than it probably should.
It’s another big room, which is most likely because it used to be a bedroom, and it has soundproofing plastered to the walls, an enormous triple-monitor set-up on the far desk with speakers on one corner and shelves for records on another. Reading the name of the brands, Yoonchae sees that Megan owns a black Telecaster, a blue metallic Stratocaster, both very good electric guitars, one AE Ibanez acoustic, and a Vintera bass, which are all hanging from hooks on the wall. A Yamaha keyboard sits in another corner, and Yoonchae notices a photo on Megan’s desk, and her heart lurches at the sight of it because it’s them. It’s a regular selfie of them outside on the balcony, and yet she stares at the picture for a long time. She turns her attention to the final major thing in the room to not let herself get too carried away, but she knows there’s something off about it.
Last but not least, a mattress sits in the final corner of the room. There’s no frame or headboard, as if it had been lazily placed down with no intention of being properly fixed. The sheets are messy and there’s only one pillow and blanket. Yoonchae notices the red panda plushie that’s laying on the floor like it had been kicked off overnight by accident. Megan goes to pick it up and tucks it back under the covers. Yoonchae catches herself smiling without realizing.
“Why do you sleep here?” Yoonchae asks just to start a small conversation.
“If I get an idea in the middle of the night, I can just get up and take two steps towards my set-up. Very convenient.”
“Even the mattress?”
Megan gives her a crooked smile. “Not the most comfortable, but I manage.”
JUNE 3RD.
Because she had been advised against driving for a while by her doctors and Megan, Yoonchae has to be driven around everywhere for the time being. It feels a little awkward, as if she’s a teenager who isn’t old enough to sign up for driving classes just yet. She loves to drive. She remembers how often she drove before the coma. It’s one of her favorite things, and she is lucky to still be able to remember the day she had officially gotten her license. She smiles at the thought, and that catches Sophia’s eye in the driver's seat.
“What’s on your mind, chip?” Sophia asks casually as she turns on the blinker. They had gone out with Lara to eat at a nearby Korean restaurant for dinner to catch up on their lives. Yoonchae was able to receive new and old information by this. Yoonchae is told for the second time that Sophia and Manon are engaged, and Yoonchae is told for the first time ever that Lara had produced a song so big that now her records can qualify for many big awards. They even ordered a dessert for Yoonchae to give her an extra treat. “You seem quiet.”
“Just thinking.” She responds.
Sophia hums, “What do you think Megan is doing right now?”
“Probably napping.” When she had left the apartment, Megan had been laying on the couch while scrolling through TikTok as she called out goodbye, and chances are she most likely cooked herself an easy dinner then fell asleep after she ate. “Or watching TV.”
“You should give her company if she is. You know, so she isn’t so lonely. Didn’t you say that you always head to your room when you get home?”
“I’ve already told you, it’s because I barely know her.” Sure, she doesn’t mind living with Megan. It makes sense, they had been living together for years beforehand anyway, and she is a respectful roommate. Occasionally they cook together and have fun while doing so, and while they’re cleaning together conversation comes easily. It truly is a relief for Yoonchae, because it would be even worse if she wouldn’t be able to have a decent talk with the girl she lives with.
“Well, it’s going to stay that way if you keep this up.” Sophia tells her as she pulls into the neighborhood of their apartment. “Listen. I get that you’re still getting used to all of this, but she’s trying her best to make things the easiest for you. She really misses you.” Yoonchae’s confused by her tone, like she’s letting on more than she means to.
“Megan told me things have been going good so far.” Lara says as she watches Yoonchae take a bite of her food. She looks like she wants to ask a question, but when she can’t come up with one that doesn’t sound strange, she expectantly raises her eyebrows.
“They have.” Yoonchae replies, because truly, she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to say.
Sophia butts in, “That’s it? Do you have any opinions on your roommate who has taken care of you so well for the past four weeks?”
Before Yoonchae can respond, Lara speaks up again, “What’s your favorite thing about her?”
“Um…” She hesitates. “I mean, she’s pretty. She's nice. She’s funny.”
“That’s all?”
“That's all I know about her.”
“Try getting to know her better.” Sophia says, snapping Yoonchae out her thoughts once again as she puts the car in first gear. “I feel like you two have barely conversed.”
“We have—”
“Why does she wear that jade bracelet, then?”
Yoonchae doesn’t know. Of course I don’t.
Yoonchae has to just about drag herself to their apartment as her and Sophia’s conversation replays in her head. Maybe she is right. And she has been curious about the piece of jewelry, anyway. She gets greeted by a semi-familiar neighbor and dreads how she has to take the stairs instead of the elevator right now since it’s currently going through maintenance. This isn’t even the first time this has happened, anyway.
When she puts in the PIN (which by the way, she still doesn’t know why it’s 0317), Yoonchae fully expects to see Megan knocked out on the couch with some romcom playing in the background. However, that is not the case. Instead, all of the lights are off, the entire kitchen is clean, the slipcover for the couch is fixed properly, and Yoonchae does not see or hear anything that would indicate that Megan is home.
Yoonchae’s room is on the very far end of the hallway, and when she passes by she notices the light coming from the bottom of Megan’s door. It’s only then that she’s able to hear guitar strums coming from the room, and she decides to knock.
“Come in.”
Yoonchae does, and she meets the sight of Megan on her bed criss-crossed with her black acoustic guitar, seemingly focused on getting a certain chord progression right. She looks up from the laptop screen in front of her so her eyes can follow Yoonchae’s every move. Yoonchae suspects that she is reading lyrics to go along with the song. “Writing another song?”
Megan nods. “I finally got the lyrics I wanted to write today. And right now, I’m trying to get the chord progression to sound decent at minimum.” She moves her laptop out of the way, “Do you want to hear it?”
“I would love to.”
Megan pats the space on the mattress right in front of her, “Come sit.”
Yoonchae obeys and she tries her best to get comfortable. Megan apologizes for the stiff mattress and hands her a blanket since the room is cold. She once told Yoonchae that she prefers to sleep cold so she can sleep deeper. Yoonchae, on the other hand, likes to sleep with summer clothes and minimal blankets. “Are you ready to hear me sing?”
“You sing too?”
“Yeah.” Megan says, then she clears her throat and puts on the metronome so she can stay on beat. She starts strumming the intro, her eyes focused on the fretboard, and begins to sing,
I’ll watch the way your necklace sways,
or how your laughter fills the room.
because of you, I’m in a daze,
and I wanna take you away,
but i think it’s stuck in my head
I can only look from afar.
so yet again i’m feeling dread
and I guess that’s another scar.
one day, maybe we’ll be okay
but for now, i’ll stick to acting.
with no action.
Megan finishes the final line, and when she looks at Yoonchae, she sees that she’s staring at her hand on the fretboard. “What do you think?”
“Your voice is really pretty,” She's able to say as she fidgets with her hands. “Would you ever release the song?”
“Would you listen to it?”
“I mean, yeah, probably. I do have some of your music saved in my playlists, after all.” Yoonchae was going through her listening history the other night when she couldn’t sleep and Megan’s name showed up frequently. Whether it was a song under her account or one written for someone else, she was everywhere. Yoonchae didn’t mind it, of course, because Megan really does have good music. She wonders who or what she writes about.
Megan laughs, “You’ve always been supportive.” She gets up to place her guitar on the hook on the wall, “My number one fan.”
“Really? How supportive?” Yoonchae asks, eyeing the jade bracelet on Megan’s wrist that keeps moving up and down her arm.
“Lets see,” Megan begins to count on her fingers, “You would let me play my guitar whenever. Or you would come into my studio just to check up on me. Post my music on your social media. And there’s a lot more, too. You really have done a lot for me.”
“Wow.” Yoonchae says, then changes the subject. “Can I ask you something?”
For a split second, Megan looks scared, but then she’s able to control it and relaxes her face. “What’s up?”
Yoonchae points to her wrist, “What’s up with that?”
“My jade bracelet?” Megan twists it as a way to fully show it off. “It’s a cultural thing from my mom’s side. Supposedly, it represents protection and health and only breaks when it takes the misfortune of whatever its wearer experiences.”
“Do you ever take it off?” Yoonchae asks. “Because it looks pretty tight on your wrist.”
“No,” Megan laughs. “You’re not supposed to take it off, but the process of putting it on wasn’t too bad. You actually helped me with it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, bought it for me, too.” Megan points to where the front door is, “I remember when you had walked in and said you had a surprise for me. You had a really big grin on your face, and Sophia was right behind you. We struggled to put it on for like ten minutes I think.” She chuckles at the memory, “First, we didn’t know it would be easier to put lotion on my hand. Then, we didn’t know how to slide it down my arm. I love it though. I mean, I guess it’s also because it was a gift for our—”
And then Megan holds her tongue before what she shouldn’t say slips out. This time, Yoonchae is able to catch it. Megan clears her throat, “Sorry, I’m rambling.”
And Yoonchae really wants to pester her about what type of gift it was. She already knows what’s coming, that Megan is going to change the conversation like she wasn’t just talking about the bracelet, but Yoonchae is now a little skeptical of what Megan is trying to avoid talking about so badly. It’s a pattern that just keeps on coming, and she figures it will continue as more time passes by.