Chapter 7: Paradise
She gave Hyesung a casual wave and returned to her rented room. The plastic bags in both hands were heavy, but she was nothing short of happy.
"Hehe..."
[You’re that pleased?]
"I’m happy."
She hadn’t earned money she needed to survive, but for now, she was content.
Call it being blinded by momentary pleasure—but if you considered how many months, maybe even years, it had been since she’d tasted anything like this, it was a small thing to fuss over.
At least for now.
She began neatly putting the refrigerated items away in a fridge she wasn't even sure still worked. Not that it mattered—it was too small to fit much anyway.
Everything that didn’t need refrigeration went into the cupboard.
Except for what she was going to eat right now.
She tied up the extra bags she didn’t know when she’d use again and tucked them away in the cupboard, then grabbed a cup.
Tonight’s choice was potato chips and beer.