She was trying not to die of embarrassment. 'Did they just analyze my chest size? Out loud? In public?'
"I'm fine," she managed. Voice strangled.
But she could still hear them.
"Definitely natural. You can tell by the shape."
"She's so lucky!"
"And it looks good on her frame!"
'Thanks Mom,' Soorin thought sarcastically. 'Thanks for the genetics that make me stand out in every possible way.'
Haejin was trying very hard not to laugh. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
"You're bright red."
"I'm fine."
He leaned closer. Whispered. "They're talking about your bust, aren't they?"
"How did you—"
"I can hear them too."
"Kill me. Please. Just end it now."
He was definitely laughing now. Quiet but genuine. "Welcome to public life. People comment on everything."
"This is horrifying."
"It's kind of funny."
"It's absolutely not funny."
But she was smiling despite herself. "Is this really what you deal with every time you go out?"
