Just as he'd expected.
About ten minutes later, the familiar sound of crashing waves echoed from the living room.
He swallowed hard, his palms growing clammy without him realizing it. His eyes kept darting toward the sofa as he mentally rehearsed what he would say to face Erica's imminent questioning.
Time seemed to crawl by. He felt like more than ten minutes had passed, but when he glanced at the clock in the corner of his laptop screen, it had only been about two.
The agonizing wait felt just like those few minutes before giving a presentation in college.
As he was running through countless possible scenarios in his head, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.
[Oppa, by my calculations, Erica Oppa should be watching the first night's footage by now. Want me to help explain?]
The corner of his mouth twitched when he saw the message.
'As expected of a professional blogger,' he thought. 'She can estimate the timing so accurately just by staying in her room.'
