Chapter 1.4
The man was only visible from the back of his head from where I sat, so I couldn't see him well, but together with the woman, they could be described as a handsome couple. The woman, sitting with her legs crossed, had sleek, shiny calves. Her toenails were meticulously manicured, gleaming with a satanic red pedicure.
I had never really found women's bodies sexy, but her short skirt, the hairless and glossy long legs, and the strap sandals encircling her slender ankles with that satanic red pedicure looked quite sensual.
As I looked on thoughtlessly, the woman noticed my gaze and scanned my face with displeasure, slightly twisting her seat away. Embarrassed by the sudden treatment as a pervert, as if I had stared too blatantly, I awkwardly turned my eyes elsewhere.
I slipped back into a state of self-forgetfulness, listening to the night view and the lounge music, leisurely waiting for Kim Jaemin to return. This time, I turned my head as I felt her gaze, and our eyes met. The woman, flustered, quickly turned her head towards the man. It was a look of curiosity or perhaps affection. But I'm sorry, I was just like her, an animal in the same situation; there was nothing I could give her.
I wasn't trying to listen, but their conversation naturally reached my ears. It was mostly the woman asking questions, and the man, whether indifferent by nature or not, responded lackadaisically.
Ah, if I were that woman, my pride would be hurt, and I might have thrown the drink in the man's face and stormed off. Of course, lacking such passion, I would have just silently gotten up and left. I listened to their conversation with idle thoughts.
"That golf course isn't great, and it's not well-maintained. Maybe there's a problem with your driver? You should change it."
"Sit further away."
He warned the woman who kept clinging to him. It was a near-dismissal. She moved back a bit, trying to act like a mature woman who matched him.
"Golf isn't really your thing, Woojin."
The conversation often stalled due to the man's uncooperative nature. When it did, the woman sipped her juice. The man was constantly checking something on his cellphone. He seemed very busy.
A considerable amount of time had passed. I left the lounge, signing the bill nonchalantly handed to me by an employee, and stood in front of the elevator.