A new day had begun.Over the past couple of months, my life has been filled with a series of repeats. First I had dance practice in the morning, then I had cla.s.s in the afternoon and singing/acting lessons in the evening with self defense cla.s.ses on the weekend (I decided that it was time to learn how to protect myself and having a martial arts background also helps my acting career). Add auditions and the occasional small gig like a photoshoot or pictorial for unknown clothing brands to the list and I"ve had practically no free time to myself.
I recently received a call from Irene which made me reach a new state of happiness though.
It is said that all good things comes in pairs.
First, Yuri-noona has just found out that the Toyota advert has been scheduled to air in a weeks time. And now Irene has the day off wants to go to the beach.
We will go to the beach, hold hands and idle around. What"s more, Irene might even wear a swimsuit!
How lucky can a guy get!?
I woke up really early today, can you tell how excited I am?
After I get dressed and pack snacks for the drive to sokcho. It is a 2 and a half hour drive away.
Picking Irene up at her dorms, She looks really cute. She has clear round framed gla.s.ses on with her hair hanging loose. She"s wearing an oversized white T-s.h.i.+rt, with black yoga pant and sneakers. While not the typical flower girl style I expected, I must say, she looks very comfortable and free.
She has with her a small branded backpack which suits her style. She is also wearing a black baseball cap that has a well known tick mark on its front. She really gives off the hot summer girl vibe.
Afterwords she throws her bag in the back seat and enters the pa.s.senger seat.
"Goodmorning Baechu, you have everything you need?" I ask as she is putting on her seat belt.
Smilingly she answers me, "Morning to you too. And yeah i"m ready"
"Then let"s go!"
"Let"s go!" She echoes.
After a bright start to our journey catching up with our daily lives and singing along to some of our favourite tunes, Irene quickly grows tired and before I know it she"s out light a light.
The rest of the drive is peaceful. With the windows slightly rolled down and the light breeze coming through. The contrast between the always busy city life and the tranquil serene coast.
Once we reach our destination, I take off my seat belt and proceed to open the pa.s.senger side door and unbuckle Irene from her seat.
Softly I whisper into her ear, "It"s time to get up now, sleeping beauty"
"Stoop It"s ticklish" She mumbles
"Come, let"s go get something to eat."
Groggily she stretches her arms and shakes her body. Slowly she gets up and adjusts herself to the surroundings.
We proceed to the Korean fish market. Looking for a shop we can sit down at. After pa.s.sing a couple vendors, we enter a quint little store that"s relatively old but loved. It has the family owned and run feel to it.
A kind looking old lady comes to take our orders and not long thereafter table is filled with various dishes making up a traditional Korean breakfast. Spicy seafood salad, bean sprout rice , spicy stewed fish, cold cuc.u.mber soup, seasoned kelp, and radish strip kimchi.
It may seem like a lot but its served in very moderate portions.
"Thank you for the meal!" I clasp my hands together and begin to dig in.
Irene"s little carnivorous mode is once more activated and we finish breakfast in record time.
Satisfied and well-fed, I thank the ahjumma and we make our way through the market taking in all the sights and sounds. We decide to come back later to buy some souvenirs for Irene"s parents and my guardian while we are here.
"Want to take a walk on the beach to digest the food?" I suggest.
She nods her her head in agreement and we make our way down to the coast.
The sea in the Korean spring is quite attractive. It felt very comfortable to walk on cool soft sand barefoot. Sometimes when one entered the boundary of the waves, the cold water would provide a refres.h.i.+ng jolt when it brushes up against the body.
Walking along the beach the stimulating tide water washes against our bare feet gently, retreating silently the only trace of its existence that is left is two pairs of footprints, one small and one big left on the sand before even that is washed away on it"s next visit.
The sea breeze causes a wisp of Irene"s hair to cover her forehead. Looking at her profile, I can"t help but admire her beauty once again. I stretch my hand out unconsciously and pin the hair which has escaped from her cap behind her ear.
Irene still doesn"t seem comfortable with my sudden acts of skins.h.i.+p. Her eyes wide open clearly caught unprepared for my sudden attack. Amuzed by this cute expression, I grin shamelessly and stretch out my arm and hook her hand with my index finger before holding it. Gently pulling her closer as we walk. As our fingers are lazed together I once more notice that her hands are much smaller than mine and her fingers are a little chubby but its really soft.