After coming to an agreement with the couple, I went inside Bloom Café and then waited for some friends to call or wave at me, either way, I would be able to tell where I was supposed to go…
"Over here, Lou!" just as I predicted, a voice called for me whilst waving to get my attention.
I walked towards the table they occupied and then sat down in the midst of Yua beside some other girl I had never met. "What took you so long?"
I was surprised to hear Sora complain although, the last time I checked, wasn't it 3:40 when I arrived here and the conversation I had with those two had only taken a minute.
"Came here running and for some reason, met someone on the way." I vaguely informed them.
Everyone still had their attention on me so I asked, "What is it?"
Then a Canadian boy answered me.
"Was it Haesu and Kim Young?" his question made me hesitate for a second there but thankfully, Yua commented which averted their attention from me.
'I can't lie so it could have ended very badly.'
"Of course not." Sihyeon-eonni snickered, I attentively joined in their conversation that Yua started, they were choosing someone who could create a new delicacy for an upcoming event here on May 29th.
"Well, we can always try persuading Dan to make that delicious thing again." the girl on my right had suggested as she noticed that no one was willing to take it.
'I wonder if I should...'
After about five minutes, they finished discussing how they would convince Dan to take part in the kitchen on the day of the event. I surely didn't have the courage to present my delicacy and share it with other people since it also wasn't clear to me where I got it from.
'And now, I crave it.'
"So... Should we talk about Honey Lou now? I am from the same class as you and I don't know you yet." the girl right across the table spoke as she faced me, I have to say, this is what I was trying to avoid.
"Yeah, why don't we talk about Haesu's baby sister? They look like carbon copies of each other." the girl I've never met seemed to be a harshful speaker or something like that.
"Carbon copies?" I weakly blurted out.
Wasn't she the one who always hung out with my older sister as I have heard from Sora?
'I sound like a nosy person...' as if I knew it all.
There was no possible way out of this topic so I just went along with it, "We may be sisters but very different when it comes to our traits. I am not even sure that we're from the same mother."
Each and every one of them were shocked by my words, it looked like I might have done something there, or was it because I spoke about our mother..?
"What do you mean by that?" she asked once more.
"Are you messing with us?? Or are you serious that you are only half-sisters?..." Yeonju stood up from his seat then asked with a higher tone, I really can't tell if there was anything wrong with what I said about Haesu and me not having the same mother since our father does look like he has gotten married twice.
'Or perhaps not?'
"That could explain why she hated you considering that your mother stole her dad." Yeonju added.
"I can confidently tell you that isn't the case." Yua held out her palm and claimed.
It appears that Ivy wasn't my mother as I expected, still, she had been trying to raise me as her own.
But the real question was, who is my biological mother, and where had she been all this time?
"You guys! Honey doesn't remember, I completely forgot all about it." Sora sprang up from her seat before approaching me and then, holding onto my shoulders as she seemed tense.
She must've never mentioned that part to anyone else, now I understand why everyone else and I were kind of not on the same page back there.
My friend, Sora Young always had two sides...
The first one was that she often told something by mistake which was supposed to be left unspoken and the other was when she forgot all about what it was that she had to tell.
"Wait, you aren't joking…" Yua reached out her hand and held my forehead, "Sora said memory loss, not a fever." the senior-looking guy had commented, crossing his arms to top it off.
"I'm confused, what happened?" Yeonju questioned as he also approached me, his face was intensely directed at me as if he'd be able to verify the memory loss thing by checking as he stared...
"I was told that I got into an accident 4 years ago and fell into a coma. Ivy says that it happened somewhere in this country but after I was hospitalized, they took me back to New York where I had been in bed for such a long period of time." this was definitely what you would call story time.
"Well, did they catch the culprit?" the girl on my right asked again, all of them were focused and listened carefully as if this was some kind of plot twist they badly had to know.
"There was no one else there when it happened, but they saw the car that I had collided with..."
Just by thinking about it, everything became highly suspicious to me now.
The fact that I may remember the owner of that vehicle when I get my memories back.
"Who was it?" the oldest one interrogated me, his voice sounded mad at some point but when they heard that his tone was too much... Everyone glared at him, except for one person, that is.
'Me…'
"She doesn't remember, remember? I bet that she has barely retrieved any sort of memory." Yua saved me again from a specific topic, she realized and laughed at how she just mentioned the word 'remember' twice in a row.
This meetup was set for them to study as a group yet it appeared like all they wanted was to ask me.
Why does it feel as if something didn't seem right?
I tried to read the mood and their mannerisms… 'Nothing unusual.'
"Enough with this talk, weren't we supposed to be studying?" a charming boy appeared out of nowhere, despite wearing just a pastel hoodie paired with blue jeans, it suited him quite well.
Not that I was here to judge people by their appearance, 'That pastel hoodie looked so cute though!'
"Just say that you need someone to mooch off, Song." an Australian guy bluntly exposed the boy.
"It's not like that!" that Song guy sounded like he had just woken up. But wait…
'Hold on, isn't he the one that Sora likes?!'
--Sora Young's Point of View--
"Oppa, could you please pass that thing over to me?" as usual, I bossed the old man around since I was busy playing this addictive game called 'One-Life' that almost everyone has been playing.
"There you go..."
It was already past 3:30 PM and Honey is still not here, did she get lost on the way again?
Totally not a big deal since she'll eventually find her way here but at the same time, the issue was that Song kept bugging me as he was pushing my seat back and forth!
I glared at him and he glared back.
"Goodness! Can't you just stop?" after getting up from the chair and yelling as hard as I could, he made it clear there was no point since this Prince Charming seemed like he was not yet satisfied.
Why is he bothering me all the time? I couldn't think of a day that had gone by without this loveable creature being near where I was and it is too much... "Stop copying me."
I gently asked him once more but to no avail, it was useless just like he is.
He took my hands and raised them, shaking them in the air. Everyone reacted as well, laughing very hard, some of them even fell on the floor, hitting the ground because they found it hilarious.
"What's so funny about it??" I stood up and used my arms, showing my frustration towards their reactions yet Song continued mimicking me and copying my every move…
"You think this is funny??" I scolded him for not putting an end to this misery of mine.
'Or was it because I was blushing real hard again?'
"I can't tell if Sora is enjoying this or not." I completely forgot they all knew, including himself!
'Why did I even fall for such a worthless prince?'
"Idiot." he commented as he noticed that I had realized what they were laughing about, I knocked him over from his seat as he kept on teasing me.
"It is not funny to tease me about my feelings."
I watched him slowly getting back to his seat, looking pissed but it was nowhere near what I went through because of him... Why can't he just accept it?
Or rather, it would have been better if he had made it clear that he didn't feel the same way…
'Do you not, my Prince?'