I hummed a tune I'd forgotten the name of while arranging a plate of cheese, crackers, and sliced apples on the kitchen counter. The entire apartment looked spotless—impressive considering the hurricane of clothes, shopping bags, and takeout boxes that had dominated the space just hours ago.
My phone buzzed with a message from Mera: How's the snack arrangement coming along?
I snapped a picture of my setup and sent it over.
The response arrived instantly: Could use more meat. You know, like your other girlfriends provide.
I chuckled. Mera never missed an opportunity to make everything sexual. Before I could respond, another message from Cheon came through on our group chat:
Make sure you offer her tea. Not everyone likes coffee like you do. And don't hover when she sits down. Give her space to breathe. And don't—
The front desk buzzer interrupted her undoubtedly long list of instructions.
